Minimum Wage

Mom and dad never made much to get flashy things for the boy
Scrubbing white men floors
Daddy always not home
I ain't really his but the whole knows me as his boy
Realest nigga I know, he the father I know

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I grew up with thugs, daggers and guns
Hanging on thighs, they stay in the dark
Contemplating on a felony
This will always be a part of me
OG's in the streets know that I am the shit
OG's in the streets thug hard for them bills
I'm unemployed but I got a daughter that I have to make sure she eats
I got to stay on my feet
My whole fam in need
Whole squad believes
True friends indeed
Aim is to see
Better days and eat
I've been hungry and I have been stressing about it
Never chilling doing something about it
Mom works heavy and I ain't happy
Baby girl need new nappies
Winter here need no tekkies
I was told son go get it
I wasn't made for a corner office but all of the sudden everything just changed
Me and my dad couldn't get along
All of the sudden he lost it all
He had to go back to the drawing board
Need to finish building our home
Need to finesse how to get it all
Especially now that I'm twenty-four
I have probably seen it all
I did my rights and I did my wrongs
I've been learning from everything
Truth is, you can't have everything
All of you want and you don't
All of this suffering and all
This ain't nothing, got to keep thriving
Keep it a hundred, keep my mind sharpened
Look where we started, my days been the darkest
But the get brightened
By all of this will and energy that I invest in my hustle
It burns like a furnace
Brighter than the light at the end of the tunnel
Makes it easier to deal with the turmoil
Got to speed up and put it on turbo
Stretch all my muscles and flex like a tendon
The code and the fam I'm whom they depend on
I keep the grip firm and squeeze on them lemon yeah
I've been in a whole for a while when i get out I'll be carrying gold
It's going to take some time, got to try hard that's what I've been told
I'm trying to make peace with the past, i don't have time to spend on the old
Going an extra mile for a headstart in race all alone



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Writer(s): Thapelo Mandlazi
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