I'm a millionaire *****
stuck on a hundred dollars
the voice of a generation
too tired to even holla
my life aint saying nothing
so why should i even bother
my soul needs motivation
'cause times is gett'n harder
my daughter she gotta eat
she needs shoes upon her feet
so i'm posted up in these streets
trying to make my her ends meet
too cold to feel the heat
so i chill on the conkrete
won't suffer no more defeat
got find me some relief
the demons they wanna play
police got me afraid
the pain don't go away
it just carries from day to day
i got down on my knees to pray
but could barely stay awake
Father i know i'm wrong
but i'm doing it on my own
the winds are raging strong
i'm out here all alone
can't ask for no help i'm grown
won't complain just carry on
this is my life and my grind
the sun will soon shine
my motivation is now divine
'cause I left my cares behind
progression it takes time
so i've got to keep tryin'
if i'm ever to get mine
these wings were made for flyin
the sky is my limit
this life i'm gone live it
my all i'm gone give it
my soul has been replenished
this poem is not finished
NittGritt ReddClay (c) 2002
stuck on a hundred dollars
the voice of a generation
too tired to even holla
my life aint saying nothing
so why should i even bother
my soul needs motivation
'cause times is gett'n harder
my daughter she gotta eat
she needs shoes upon her feet
so i'm posted up in these streets
trying to make my her ends meet
too cold to feel the heat
so i chill on the conkrete
won't suffer no more defeat
got find me some relief
the demons they wanna play
police got me afraid
the pain don't go away
it just carries from day to day
i got down on my knees to pray
but could barely stay awake
Father i know i'm wrong
but i'm doing it on my own
the winds are raging strong
i'm out here all alone
can't ask for no help i'm grown
won't complain just carry on
this is my life and my grind
the sun will soon shine
my motivation is now divine
'cause I left my cares behind
progression it takes time
so i've got to keep tryin'
if i'm ever to get mine
these wings were made for flyin
the sky is my limit
this life i'm gone live it
my all i'm gone give it
my soul has been replenished
this poem is not finished
NittGritt ReddClay (c) 2002