Reality, Pt. 1

[Intro] Alright y'all, so dont judge me, 'cause I'm finna dope dealer this shit [Verse] Sometime I feel like nobody's never here Wondering, "Should I love?", or wondering, "Should I fear?" I got a dream like Dr. King and Kendrick Kendrick Lamar, man, the best nigga up in it See, I been homeless for some years, no family would take us in Bouncing through hella shelters, wishing everything would end Mama like, "Lord Jesus, please just help us" But, in reality, He was the only one who helped us I'm only 16, giving my pussy up already Maybe 'cause I got a fucking deadbeat daddy Some days I'm coming home with shit to eat It's like everybody sitting on the bus, but I ain't got a seat I was a shampoo girl, but my boss kept fucking with me So I quit, but now I wish I stayed and let her kept fucking with me 'Cause there wasn't no income coming in Dad, you a pastor, but not taking care of your kids is a fucking sin Sometime I want the fast money like a prostitute But them diseases, they don't come optional I try to keep my secrets hidden in a box or two But I'ma leave fucking for money to a prostitute Not to disappoint anybody, but I hate school Them bitches hate on me and thought that I was never cool So I'ma keep cool, 'cause I could get rude But I'ma move on and try to keep my ass in school See, growing up as a teen, nobody liked me 'Cause I'm that pretty bitch, so everybody wanna fight me I asked a nigga like, "Can you get my hair done?" He said, "When you let me fuck, I could get your hair done" And I said, "Close the book, that's the end" Never will I ask again a helpless ass nigga for a quick money loan to lend But then the struggles I even tried to hustle, playing tough without the muscle Selling 8-balls into doubles But they say it's nothing like coming home So I came home and thought about my reality I said I thought about my reality One more time, I said I thought about my reality and wrote this song, P.S.