The Reason

I am, somebody
I may be poor, but I am, somebody
I may be on welfare, but I am, somebody
I may be uneducated, but I am, somebody
Many of you have given up
On being there for our children
You've given up
On three meals a day
Who taught you to hate yourself
From the top of your head, to the soles of your feet
You should ask who, yourself
Who taught you, to hate being what god made you

Its a cold world, the coldest part is
Ever since we started, we've been broke
And broken hearted
That ain't only in the ghetto though
It's worldwide
The television tell us so
If you pay some more attention
You'll know it's time for you to go and play your position
Can you help me with my hustle
I've been praying on the daily
They gone save us from our struggle
I know you then I love you
We connected in this puzzle
I never changed my number
So call me if there's trouble
If they don't understand us
I'll paint another canvas
Til they get the picture
I'll be going thru it with ya, right

Cause I know what it means to be broken
I know how it feels to be hopeless
Now it's time to change our minds
So maybe we can save some lives
Oh I

This is why we grind
We are, working all the time
Cause if we don't get no dough
Well then we will never know
What the good life could feel like
We just wanna shine
Help me with my hustle
Save us from our struggle

It's hard a road, the hardest part is
Every time we walk it, we got lost or take losses
This ain't only bout the ghetto
This the information that won't make your news channel
If you take the time to watch
You'll see why we need everyone to play a part
Can you help them with their hustle
They've been praying on the daily
That we'll save them from their struggle
If they know you then they love you
We connected in this puzzle
I never changed my number
So call me if there's trouble
If they can't hear what's wrong
I'll write another song
Until they finally listen
I'll be going thru it with ya, right

Cause I know what it means to be broken
I know how it feels to be hopeless
Now it's time to change our minds
So maybe we can save some lives
Oh I

This is why we grind
We are, working all the time
Cause if we don't get no dough
Well then we will never know
What the good life could feel like
We just wanna shine
Help me with my hustle
Save us from our struggle

Good life
We just wanna live the good life, the good life
To enjoy the privileges of being American
Without regards to his race, or his color
In short, every American ought to have the right to be treated
As he would wish to be treated
As one would wish, his children to be treated
But this is not the case



Credits
Writer(s): Dre Dreda
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