Downtown Showers

When I was young, I had the perfect dream
And in it I could have everything
I was happy, I was always free
I was able to do as I please
Then when I awoke, I found that I was broke, yuh
Kids calling me a joke, not fitting with the other foke
My heart's aching, my heart's hurting
This is the story of Young Thurmon

It's hard to live life with my back stabbed by a knife
Just tryna get by but half these fights ain't worth the time
I'm half the man I used to be
I'm used to being lonely
I was used to being on my own but now I got my homies, yuh
Everyday, I would always get into trouble
While others always had it easy all I'd do is struggle
Always the one to blame whenever someone complained
Like a moth to the flame it always ends the same way
I may not be a soldier but I've been shot down countless times
Told my opinion doesn't matter every time I speak my mind
I'm like a four-leaf clover hiding out of sights
In the dark, like a Range Rover driving without headlights

In the backseat cause Thurmon called shotgun
I'm just pumped to let my friend take the top one
So buckle your Louis
You'll need em when you crossing with the bon ton
I'm hidden cause I boycott and I bar none
So far none of you bitches been able to faze me
Lately I've been playing so many games that I'm going crazy
The fat lack of diversity is hurting me when it comes to my time spent
My mind's rent is driving my ideas to a high debt
Ayyy
I'm sick and tired of putting up ruses
I be reaching my dreams
That's a lucid exclusive
No longer hope to die, just hope you'll stay for a while
And we can throw up the Sloth like we addicted to bile
Going a mile a minute
We been stuck too long in a stasis
I'ma set a pace to take the Mob to higher places we goin top it
Ain't dropping all these songs for the profit
And just cause you don't get it doesn't mean that I don't got it bitch

Living these days like it was our last
Forget the past
Working hard for those who care but that looks like it never lasts
Forget the act, they always call me trash
All the fools acting brash
I keep my switch in the back
Got a lot of people round me always acting lower
Posers
Never saying anything cause I keep my composure
I'm my own driving force, I don't need a motor
Can't catch my bars, over your head like a floater
Chain swinging, always gets me thinking
People my age get up and they first thought is drinking
How we goin live with some fools who cannot even stay sober
They can still change, the battle isn't over
Always stay working
Never really hurting
Better stay in your lane, you know I'm always swerving
Bad gibbon on the beat
Stroodle always packing heat
Brought this folding chair in case you bitches need to take a seat, yuh