If I can take on the pain of the people I love, I would. My dad behind in his bills. Things was easier when he was slanging dope. Working 12 hours+ and still struggle to stay afloat. He trying to do right but I see, he's losing hope. My brother fought for this country, now he's fighting for a better life. How ironic is that? My mother still in these streets, fighting with the demons from her past. Always running to crack. My cousin stripping to take care of her little man. My best friend mind messed up after losing his dad. My cousin had a scholarship but spending life in prison for not being snitch. My man trying to do right for once in his life. I guess the past is finally catching up to his ass. My Granny in her 50s, raising her great grandkids. My uncle got 3 degrees and still can't land a job. But education is the key, right? Damn I'm tired of seeing my family in pain. Trying to be their Moses, determined to get them to the promise land. They sometimes lose faith but God has revealed His plan. It's just up to me to leave it in His hands.