Yeah,
this
that
real
talk
No
Let's
go..
My
name
is
P.J
to
tell
you
a
story
from
the
streets
to
Christ..
Grew
up
where
the
streetlights
flicker
and
Where
dreams
get
buried
in
the
choices
we
made
working
doubles
just
to
While
my
homies
out
here
chasing
danger
instead
Corner
store
stories,
same
script
every
Young
kings
falling,
never
Not
with
fists,
nah,
with
vision
and
mind
But
the
system
designed
See
the
struggle
ain't
pretty
like
they
paint
on
screens
It's
hunger
pains,
eviction
notes,
and
broken
It's
watching
good
people
turn
cold
from
It's
choosing
between
paying
rent
or
getting
dressed
These
the
realities,
yeah,
the
street
struggle
Where
you
you
stick
with
Christ
every
day
just
to
stay
out
of
trouble
These
the
realities,
can't
But
we
still
survive
with
Christ,
still
shine,
still
climb
These
These
the
realities,
We
gon'
make
it
out
Seen
my
brothers
locked
up,
talents
going
to
waste
got
'em
running
in
the
same
old
race
Education
lacking
but
the
bills
stay
So
they
hit
the
block,
man,
I
understand
Ain't
glorifying
it,
just
speaking
the
When
opportunity's
missing,
what
you
expect
from
But
I've
seen
soldiers
rise
up
from
the
Turn
pain
into
power,
turn
loss
into
heat,
sheesh
dreamers
in
the
dark
Every
scar
we
carry
just
a
battle
So
I'ma
tell
our
story
till
the
whole
The
realities
of
struggle
through
blood,
sweat,
and
tears
These
the
realities,
yeah,
Where
you
hustle
every
day
just
to
stay
out
of
trouble
the
realities,
can't
escape
the
grind
But
we
still
survive,
still
shine,
still
These
the
realities,
realities
Street
struggle,
street
These
the
realities,
We
gon'
make
it
out,
believe
that
Yeah,
realities
But
we
still
standing,
still
strong
Gang,
gang,
let's
go
I'm
prophet
Jayden