Good Child - Rashaann, A-Roc

What is hope if you can’t see it?

What’s support if you can’t feel it?

Will I ever stop this dope dealing?

Never thought I’d do the shit

Moving packs, ditching cops, stash the loaded clip

I hate my life, but I swear there’s more to it

This fast money I’m enjoying it

Besides, how the hell I’m gon' eat?

Get it how you get it, or you live up in defeat

Middle of the winter, everybody tryna eat

Everybody turn to you for a dollar, it repeats

They always ask if you up in the streets

They don’t know I cried 'bout my moms last week

Yeah I’m strong but this battle make a nigga weak

I’ll cut all calls just to hear that lady speak

Keep my head clear when I’m dealing in the streets

I’m still tryna remember what I learned last week

Tuition too high, it’s all on me

I’m tryna get by, I’m running on E

Faith getting weary, my mind getting dreary

I been through a lot of shit, sometimes I feel weak

My vision’s only shit that keeps me on my feet

It never looks good when you struggle from beneath

So I gotta get mine, put in overtime

Stay smart, never work hard

But always grind hard

Look forward and never turn back

I’m going through some shit

Damn I can’t believe I found myself in this situation man

I’m going through some shit

I’m always going through it

I’m always going through it

I’m always going through it

I’m always going through it

I’m always going

Promise this ain’t me

I’m going through some shit

I’m going through some shit

I’m always going through it

I’m always going through it

Damn

I’m always going through it

I’m always going through it

I’m always going

Tryna find strength in this current situation

Decisions I regret but I know I gotta face it

Wrong place, wrong time, guilty by association

Moms used to warn me bout the niggas that I hang with

Talking bout how they ain’t cut from the same cloth

«You focused and determined, your friends they remain lost

I’m warning you, don’t be surprised if you get crossed»

And after every warning, you know that I’m pissed off

'Cause I want them to keep a good reputation

In my mom’s eyes, not a hood reputation

But time flies and friends die, from these crimes we downsize

Now I know it ain’t no way that I can hide

Their actions from mom, but that ain’t my lifestyle

Tryna tell em their future’s determined from right now

Let’s strive for success, my nigga just look around

But they just products of the environment they surround

So you know that they ain’t wanna hear it

«You can be the school boy, the hood is in my spirit»

My boy died the other day, and that pushed me to my limits

Now I’m riding with my niggas so that we can go and get 'em

Just in the heat of the moment, I couldn’t think straight

Angry that another had determined his fate

And partly peer pressured into showing I was loyal

But I was being loyal when I warned them 'bout the poison

Of the street life, so each night you know that I pray

For these guys to see life and limit their pain

But now I’m riding with 'em, and now I’m on a mission

And the schoolboy was the one busting at them niggas

Life cut short, I was busting at them niggas

Confined to a cell, I was busting at them niggas

And the ones I rode with, I ain’t seen 'em in a while

Never thought my moms would have to prove I was a good child