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(feat. Courtney Williams) (Verse 1) It seems like We look for hope All our life But when you grow up in certain parts It's hard to keep your mind right Everybody cry for world peace But those insights look blurry When they find the world Is cold like snow flurries Like the ones who were born To a family of 8 Welfare checks come in Every 1st of the month And that week Somehow that months worth Of money Disappears The same money That's suppose to get them Through the months of the year Cuz somebody said you could make A quick hustle, flip it Letras de cancionesAnd multiply Yeah, that pie in the sky Or they smoke it all up Getting high as the sky While the children starve And no matter how hard you try You can't shake the look in their eyes As they cry out for help Yet they keep it on the inside Alone Poverty roams How can we worry bout overseas Until we fix this problem right here at home (Chorus-Courtney Williams) So till that day we reach the sky I pray for the strength Just to carry on, on, on Broken realities Got me torn Wondering why I gotta Face this world alone, alone (Verse 2) But its like Mankind is only human When they continue To put these things In front of us Every which way you turn There's a liquor store With whinos in the front Begging for a nickel Just to get a sip or more Nickel bags They blow trees like sycamore Get the young block hooked The same thing that was sick before Is sick again In the time we live in Different year, same stuff Same strife that will trickle in So most turn to families of the street Who carry the heat With rags dangling Feeling the pride With the hearts of a thousand men Become souljahs in a street war They shouldn't even be fighting in Cuz the reality of it After these battles There's no victor Man the devil He's some trickster To make us think We need this But to our surprise We find its cultural genocide Everybody dies, I cry (Chorus-Courtney Williams) So till that day we reach the sky I pray for the strength Just to carry on, on, on Broken realities Got me torn Wondering why I gotta Face this world alone, alone (Verse 3) But it's a blessing in disguise If strife was brought to you And you simply didn't let it Become your demise It made you humble Made you learn to get your own Work hard just make it And continue to press on Those who more forward Means they passed the test From God Found that the grass was greener Beneath the sod Beneath the titled brim And beyond fa'ades Above the drug dealers And the cats on the block Making the free throw shots In your game of life And never fouling out Cuz your game is aimed right That's the type that got they brain right Able to get a high school diploma Finish school and get them things right Them things you say we need in life A good job, good money People who love you and I mean right In the blink of an eye Your broken reality could Be made whole again And be blessed from the sky (Chorus-Courtney Williams) So till that day we reach the sky I pray for the strength Just to carry on, on, on Broken realities Got me torn Wondering why I gotta Face this world alone, alone From Letras Mania