Woke up I had the same clothes on I had on last night
Damn
I must have passed out
And cash is just like the clothes I worn yesterday
We are broke
Damn
I gotta get my ass out
I went to see what my friend was talking about
Drugs
He told me cocaine would get you clout
My momma said he's trouble and schools my route
But I went to high school and got kicked out
So I'm driving this truck down the 95
I pray to God I make it home alive
I don't get pulled over by the man
I just want to make it home to hold your hand
Goodbye beloved one
Do you know what I am
I refuse to be a bum
Especially coming where I'm from
Someday, Someday, this will be over
BM7
I'll get a job and I'll be a voter
And if I die
It will change you
BM7
But only as an angel
So don't tell me you don't know what you see
When you're looking at a motherfucker just like me