Luyện nghe bài hát Reality Part 4

Times changed was dealing with so pain
But at the same time it's that I overcame
Went hungry last year now dressing in cashmeres
It's just a bag I won't cause I struggled the past years
I had a empty fridge would eat me a stale
Thanksgiving Day only me at the table
No or family demons surrounding me

I had thoughts of jumping off the balcony
But um, I kept chewing on Doublemint
Leftovers in my stomach more like pieces of
the wrong crowd they telling me "hit the blunt"
My father don't me like we don't want Donanld Trump

I was tryna keep it cool for my
Them long standing in that food pantry
a joke, losing my hope
Got bags under my eyes looking like a wrinkled
It was no at all pissed in the bushes ,no stalls
Found a home then we was then more leaves than fall
On my mama this was trauma

Ain't have a number so how could we see a comma?
While I was sleep it was rats over my mom feet
Just so she could to get us something to eat
Lets get deep, I'm hurting as I
When paid you dust just get a broom and sweep
At 11 who you telling was hand me downs

Jumped and stomped by 20 people others stand around
Nobody helped, everyday I invisible
School so grimy the principal even got principles
Once I 12 it was all hell
Roaming the streets looking for D I couldn't even spell

Fighting demons a poker face like everything swell
fast forward let me show you how my life has failed
Remember them nights no lights or gas?
up at the sink tryna clean my ass with cold water
My entire body was freezing believe it
put me here for a reason

15, fucking on a man that's 35 good in the
Then ate my soul fooled myself thinking its love
The way he with me
But all we ever did was and went to KFC
sad, I degraded myself hated myself
All because I wasn't raised with a belt

I know mama I hurt you out pass curfew
You deserve to sit but I overworked you
Remember when my got 11 plays?
Mama we here now the better days
So I'll be damned if I let a nigga take it

They body dropping in a instant like they & escape
Never going back to them old days of seeing them low
So I entertain these niggas like I'm them roleplay
The greatest things to the ones that waited gotta be patient
about organization all my albums got my wallet on Fat Albert

I donate to the shelters money, toys, and
We was in it more hours the feeling was sour
300 people in one household using the shower
People got some fucking nerve to be mad that they due
When people out here on the curb covers and ripped shoes
The homeless be the ones with good hearts I bad
Cause they put first by giving away they last
Think it!