This is a song about "Drowning"

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

That it's not fake, and tomorrow instead of drowning in my sorrows i gleam

But instead you get murders the case would be drowning,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

My heart feels poured, yet drowning

Why not me the same thing

Drowning in the political soup

So i banged for a minute

Drowning motherfuckas need oxygen

There's nothin' like where i come from

Im on the brink of drowning in the sink

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

Felt like i was drowning it was getting to me,didn't envision millions

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