it’s been said/ to make it in this life/ and this game/
you’ve got too maintain, your composure, and fight!
so I said fuck tha pain, where my pen? I’ma write
and leave a mark on the game/ and entertain either way
like the star to the stripe/ I’ma dog and I’m stray/
trapped and op, nope!
there goes another day...
pockets empty,/I’m broke, maybe I should I pray?
Or pack a bag/ and leave a note/
Cause I’ma make it anyway,I’ma make it anyway!