GRIND

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God will shine even as these hard times stuck close

Im still on the GRIND out here with all these cut throats

all the tears that Im crying because despair wants to crush hope

Im a keep trying in the pit trying to clutch the rope

to get off the block 

The cops they buck for dope

I know about the rock did I tell you how my pops croaked

it was a lot of coke that led to my father’s stroke

I didn’t know each ledge it led to a harder slope

prepared to fold when my peers bled

I know it was God that spoke

when I heard a word from my head that said –

THAT YOU GOTTA COPE

put the lead to the paper until every word you says escaped to the ear of the thug

cuz give love to the hater give…