Thin Air - Dice Raw

I reached my lifetime limit on lies

And I reached my lifetime limit on tries

And I’m running low on hellos and goodbyes

So I’m here to stay baby, you know you can wipe the tears from your eyes

Heard your take so many years thought I’d never see the morning sky again

From hearing grown men cry in a cell, that kind of makes it hard to pretend

When you been close to winning it kind of makes it hard to give in

It makes it hard to throw in the towel and that’s never been my style

And around here we still take a beating for our pal

And old ladies when they see us they don’t ever smile

They shake their heads from side to side, look us up and down

But I know where that frustration come from

They look at our generation like a bunch of dumb-dumbs

And I don’t know if that’s wrong or right

But is it wrong for me to just want something different in life

For my family who’s only ever saw poverty

And deep down inside that shit bothers me

I wonder if I’m being the proper man I can be

Don’t leave the drugs alone start working break my back

Til my knees start hurting for five bucks an hour with a boss that’s a jerk when

I can get a brick, flip it and get paid that’s for certain

But if I get caught with a brick, it’s the curtains

[Hook

They say that things are different and it ain’t like it was before

Any young man like myself in life really should want more

Maybe I never knew what’s out there

Maybe I never even cared

Enough to find myself one day pull something out of thin air

Thin air, thin air thin air thin air

Niggas shootin every night can’t hustle on a war block

Baby two weeks old and they sleepin on a warm cot

Hand to hand rock only way on top

Hundred and fifty dollars that I need that’s a long shot

Out on the ave.

you know it’s swollen with cops

One said, up against the wall routine stop

Fifteen dimes on me and a sixteen shot

Now I’m upstate with a shake and a slingshot

Gangs run you inside so I’m running with a crew

Niggas from the other side boys saying fuck a truce

They put me in a box they should put me in a noose

Ropes still around my neck even though they cut me loose

A barefoot negro running through the jungle

Every man’s equal try to be humble

So everyday of my life filled with struggle

So everyday of my life I’m gonna hustle

And I can do a hundred pushups trying to push thru

Slice another brother through even if he push you

Fuck what you would do

On the outside no compassion, no questions asked on the inside