Officially a N!&&@

I've awakened to see another day, but unfortunately
all the circumstances of employment stand against me
so it's either me becoming a sales rep for the dope man
or a long term enlistment to the military.
I feel deprived of the knowledge of my purpose in life
don't even know why God wasted his time on making me
I mean look at me, I made it through high school when most niggas don't
But I had to dropout of college for the sake of my moms
a sacrifice I don't regret makin', but now I can't find a job.
I'm stuck livin wit my moms and younger siblings, how much longer can I go on?
the money on the streets is lookin good, fast and easy
But I don't wanna get shot, jumped, mugged, or trapped in such an industry
but it looks like my only option besides the military.
But sellin drugs and bein a christian is hypocrisy
so let me talk to the military cause they ALWAYS hiring.
They lose people everyday so they bound to hire me.
DANG! Now I failed my hearing test now all odds stand against me
I can't afford to retake the ACTs or the college app fees
so now I'm thinkin bout how I'm gone hustle and get me
some cash quickly, "should I rob any person that look like they got money?"
No, I'm good on that, now I'm in the store but can afford nothing
the temptation to steal is overwhelming, now I got away safely
wit somethin to drink and somethin to eat.
I hustle legitimately wit my artwork and sales mentality
but because of the work area I reside in my artwork goes cheap
and not only that, business has been dead lately
And making that nice pay from drug sales is highly enticing
but helpin people commit suicide conflicts wit my morality
but now I'm on the corner hustlin and networkin, selling
I fear for my life now, so I got a gun, not for killing
but to look and feel intimidating
I've officially become what I fought hard not to be... a nigga
but don't judge me cause I wouldn't be on this corner if I had a job you see?
Older people walk pass, judge and look at me disdainfully
but FORGET them they don't know me or how hard I try to provide for my family.
If my school woulda taught me how to dress and fill out an application appropriately
then on this street corner I wouldn't be.
Dang! Here come the cops, now I'm bein guided into the back seat.
And how can I not blame the world, how is the fault all on me?