Trashy

Dealt the hand of homelessness not too long ago

Money was coming in too slow

Not enough for rent, had to spend it on food

And try to tough it out and hope we made it out

Moved in at my grandmother's workplace

Living out of a car, used her boss's desk for rest

I couldn’t rest, she told me that satan issued a test

Whether we pass or not, the heavenly love remain

If we make it through then our efforts not in vain

Keep moving forward like blood in our veins

Time passed and money flocked its way to us

Happy for the little bit god gave us

Angry for the bullshit Satan made for us

Miraculous sight of finally getting out

Affording luxury of eating about restaurants and cinemas

Once in a while

Later feeling aftershocks of the crash living in a pile of debt

My grandmother hasn't wept under all of the stress

But i see it in her face, deep in her eyes her true feelings

She tells me get educated to prevent this from happening

A melancholy voice that is half a century old

A young mind that doesn't listen to what he's told

Makes a lesson in teaching not easy to understand

Just hope he withstand the dangers of man

Tells me there's times when you feel trashy

When it seems like you won’t make it from poverty

But have faith in your virtues, your bones won't break

Life may hurt you, but your mind will heal the scrapes

Mind over matter, she believe it’s a way to make pockets fatter

I can die within an instant, why does it matter?

Living on borrowed time, till ascension or decent on the ladder

Sorrowed mind, fulfill mission and tribute it to absent mother

From a man to another, I pray for you my brother

Living the way you living, if you wanna live duck for cover