I work six days a week

I work six days a week, Only stop to make a beat, Life tried to bleed me dry, Still I stood up on my feet. Health jumped me in the alley, Thought I was invincible then, Billie Jean bad with the moonwalk lean, Still starting something again. I was hammer strong, pumps in the bump, First day working like gold, Twenty years later counting pennies, Still carrying a heavy load. Hook I ain’t complaining, I’m explaining my soul, Still in survival mode. Every scar got a rhythm, every pain got a code, Still in survival mode. Cousin came every Tuesday with food from the bank, That’s why I give God thanks. I don’t have much for charity right now, I’m just trying not to sink. People who reached me taught me, Be grateful, live right, Wake up through the pain, Nike mindset — do it every night. I became my own charity, Hunger and medical bills, But the beat still finds me breathing, And the music heals what it heals.