The Profession

I be down on my luck
Stuck
Behind on my hustle
I dont dare appear weak
Not the way of the muscle 
Born a soldier and 
Everyone knew it
Before facial hair grew in
Not the coolest student
A street smart school kid
With some rudeness and an attitude that i dont give a two s
Middle finger at the constitution 
Watching over my shoulder in
The ops might shoot me
cause my skin too brown
You can scold 
You can shout
Its the truth
Next who
Could be you
or someone you care about
On the ground bleeding out
Yea i walk with a chip on my shoulder 
backpack got a couple blunts already rolled up
My life is so stressful 
Give it to my God
and let go 
Praying for everyday to be 
Better than the last
Yesterday i broke my hand
Why? cause i was mad
Please lord
Forgive me for the past
From time to time 
I lose myself in a bottle of liquor
To forget about the mishaps and mix-ups
I lived through so much pain 
I cannot complain compared to the next man
I just pray i pick the right profession 
Make the right investments