This is a song about "Hump day"

Gangstas dying from day to day

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

I’m tested every day

Momma say, you making me lose pay

I was raised this way

Live, and die, on this day,

I feel alone awaiting the day

Same shit you said yesterday

For us to find our way

Like denzel from training day

Live, and die, on this day.

Reading shit my critics say

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

Cause todays garbage collection day