Life of Repairs (Explicit)

My clippers buzz like bees in the hive

Cutting dreams just to stay alive

Blades whisper sharp

Stories they carve

In the ghetto streets

Survival is hard

They say hustle don't sleep

But I've got no bed

Dreams on the floor where the razors tread

Dust in my lungs

Sweat on my brow

Who gon' save me

If not now

I'm the gifted barber

I cut

I cry

Every snip

Every line

My pain don't lie

Ghetto youth rise

Don't let it slide

The blade may sing

But the soul won't die

My father's ghost in the mirror stares

A legacy of scars

A life of repairs

Mama prayed

But the food didn't come

Only clippers in my hand

My heart turned numb

I shape heads while mine spins wild

Hustle sharp like the teeth of a crocodile

Daybreak comes

Still no smile

But I fight

I grind

Mile by mile

They say the ghetto's loud

Full of noise

But listen close

Hear the pain in our voice