Luyện nghe bài hát Reality Pt.4

Times changed was dealing with so pain
But at the same time a lot that I overcame
Went from hungry last now dressing in cashmere
It's just a bag I won't
I struggled the past years
I had a empty fridge eat me a stale bagel
Thanksgiving Day with only me at the
No friends or family surrounding me
I had thoughts of jumping off the balcony
But um, I kept chewing on Doublemint
Leftovers in my stomach more like of crumbs
Around the wrong they telling me "hit the blunt"
My father don't me like we don't want Donanld Trump
I was keep it cool for my mammy
Them lines standing in that food pantry
Wasn't a joke, my hope
Got bags under my eyes like a wrinkled tote
It was no sleep at all pissed in the ,no stalls
Found a home then we was gone then more than fall
On my mama this shit was
Ain't have a number so how could we see a comma?
While I was sleep it was rats running over my mom
Just so she could to get us something to eat
Lets get deep, I'm as I speak
When life you dust just get a broom and sweep
At 11 who you telling everything was hand me
and stomped by 20 people while others stand around
Nobody helped, everyday I felt
School so the principal don't even got principles
I turned 12 it was all hell
Roaming the streets looking for D when I couldn't spell
Fighting with a poker face like everything swell
Let's fast forward let me show you how my has failed
Remember nights with no lights or gas?
Washing up at the sink clean my ass with cold water
My entire body was freezing believe it
Jesus put me for a reason
15, fucking on a man 35 good in the beginning
Then ate my soul fooled myself thinking its love
The way he layed me
But all we ever did was fuck and to KFC
sad, I degraded myself hated myself
All this because I wasn't with a belt
I know mama I hurt you out pass curfew
You to sit back but I overworked you
Remember when my music got 11
we here now these the better days
So be damned if I let a nigga take it away
They body in a instant like they break & escape
Never going back to them old days of seeing them low
So I these niggas like I'm giving them roleplay
The greatest things comes to the ones that waited be patient
It's about 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 in one household using the same shower
got some fucking nerve to be mad that they rent due
When people out here on the curb with covers and shoes
The homeless be the ones with hearts I feel bad
Cause they put first by giving away they last
Think it!