Options

I don’t have an option, I don’t have a reason
I came from the bottom where we struggle to be breathing
I know that they watching, they think I'm a heathen
But they don’t know my issues they don’t get what I believe in

Fuck what you believe, where I'm from my people do not have the time to grieve
Focus on your losses you won’t make enough to eat
And if my children hungry then I can’t put them to sleep
And that's the least that I can do cause life is better in their dreams
Dreaming bout a time where I can look you in the eyes
And you see me as an equal who got nothing left to hide
Most of all my chances are the devil in disguise
Then I look up to the lord but only devils in the skies
Like, why can’t this shit get, any better never get a chance to put my doubts to rest
Do our leaders ever listen, man I promise they seem deaf
Plenty promises been made, but ain't no promises been kept
I have an no option, I don’t have a reason
I come from the bottom where we struggle to be breathing
Yo I know that they scheming, they plotting and deceiving
Nothing I can do about it till the day I'm leaving

I have no option, I don’t have a reason
I know that they scheming
They plotting and deceiving
Nothing I can do about till the day I'm leaving

I don’t have an option, I don’t have a reason
I came from the bottom where we struggle to be breathing
I know that they watching, they think I'm a heathen
But they don’t know my issues they don’t get what I believe in

I don’t have an option, I don’t have a reason
I came from the bottom where we struggle to be breathing
I know that they watching, they think I'm a heathen
But they don’t know my issues they don’t get what I believe in

Sticks and stones may break my bones, and words can cut and bruise
We all feel the same emotions, fight for different views
I'm a drop inside the ocean, you a grain inside the dunes
But in the end who gone be listening to all of these truths
Don’t you come at me and tell me not to loose my hope
Don’t you think you made a difference cause you placed your vote
Don’t you talk about a change but only hand me notes
Don’t you preach about it all but end it at the quote
We the ones who feel it first
We the ones who make it last
We the ones who do the dirt
We the ones who do not ask
We the ones who go berserk
We the ones who holding back
We the ones who end up hurt

I don’t have an option, I don’t have a reason
I came from the bottom where we struggle to be breathing
I know that they watching, they think I'm a heathen
But they don’t know my issues they don’t get what I believe in

No I don’t have an option