You live by the pen
and you die by the sword
I’m strugglin' to breathe
'cause I fought to the floor
and I just can’t take no more.
I can’t get no money for the music I play.
I got no respect for the things that I say.
A million bills just to throw it all away
and I just can’t take no more.
When I was a yout' this was never the plan
I thought that things would turn out better
once I grew into a man