This is a song about "The government and the struggle"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

And the government helps the rich, turns back on the lower class,

Never expected to stumble but was learning from the struggle

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Whether hourly or salary, exploited by the government,

I'm despicable, invisible to your visible visual,

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Without them, the government would definitely be inadequate.

Before the government learned,

And for me it's reversed

We were losing hope, but the blessing was in the struggle

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

All the pain all the struggle, on my brain on my muzzle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual