Your Life - Marlon Craft, Leah Rich

Ugh, I’m sitting on a subway

Looking like a Friday but feeling like a Monday

A man got his can shaking begging me for chump change

What I got to complain, stand clear of closing doors

And hope is yours, all ye who enter here

That was the promise of the city of yesteryear

But these days it’s looking like a pit stop

Where the rich stop to flip-flop on which job

They gonna pick before they settle down and cut the bull

But flip flops and socks was all I ever knew

Even the youth different phones got us too distant

Blue scripts and wax got’em lax, even snooze different

Searching for the fountain of youth in a Fanta

With a little lean I just lean towards the answer

See this ain’t philanthropy I got loans, dawg

Pops working so hard I ain’t trying to prolong

The struggle

The struggle, everybody got their troubles

It’s your vice, it’s your life, it’s your life

But I’m a stay away from all the rubble

I’m not trying to preach, take it or leave it

It’s your vice, It’s your life, do it right

Do it right, do it right

I hope I don’t come across to harsh in my stanzas

But sometimes what they call rap look like stand up

I wish I was a fan, but I ain’t no model man

Wish that every girl that sat up on my dick I could stand

But I ain’t perfect

I too chase whims

But the odds ain’t even and the truth ain’t slim

So some folks big up on they vices like they Bronson

I can’t really judge them 'cause I don’t know what haunts them

And shit yo, that’s what it is to be human

I ain’t never been one to sit when we losing

So if you ain’t picking up your man on D

I don’t sit and watch you fail I demand my team

Gonna fight to the buzzer through the strife we discover

How much life we can muster through the sight of a brother

That’s word, I ain’t trying preach, my G

There ain’t nothing wrong with a little belief, my G

I’m just saying

(I'm just saying)

The struggle, everybody got their troubles

It’s your vice, it’s your life, it’s your life

But I’m a stay away from all the rubble

I’m not trying to preach, take it or leave it

It’s your vice, It’s your life, do it right

Do it right, do it right