A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwindSo much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at timesI once contemplated suicide, and woulda triedBut when I held that 9, all I could see was my momma's eyesNo one knows my struggle, they only see the troubleNot knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves youPicture me inside the misery of povertyNo man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survivedPrayin hard for better days, promise to hold onMe and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll onWe found a family spot to kick itWhere we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shitA spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G'sWe still visualize places, that we can roll in peaceAnd in my mind's eye I see this place,...
