Free

The only thing I hope is that if I die today I'm good with my folk and their memory of me doesn't fade away and though I got dreams & goals of reaching a higher plane, The world seems so cold, like it will never change Everyone's too concerned with currency, and too emotionally detached from the current See, if we're not engulfed in social networks, we're punching time clocks at work, not realizing There's no rise in our networth We're working to sustain but not enjoying life on Earth Crazy, how I help make them a mil & they don't pay me So I'm scraping for a meal, knowing that it may break me That's that shit that weighs heavy on the daily, and each time I break bread for bills to be paid and mouths to be fed The hunger forcing me to a place outside my head, and diminishing my little bit of hope So it's got me questioning my folk and what they'll remember me for Because every time I find that I can't make a way, a bit of me begins to fade away