Success-Failure

I had vivid dreams that I could make it in America,
Start a family with a reliable job, paying into Comerica
So I had two children and married a girl called Erica,
She straightened out my attitude and ironed out my character
Got settled in Tennessee, workin’ nine till five in a bar,
But in my mind and when I played music in my car,
I knew I belonged in the studio where I could spit dope bars
Handed in my weeks notice and started rapping on the streets,
Got my young cousin to produce me some mean ass beats

But things weren’t happening and soon tapes became bills,
I resorted to selling crack and robbing liquor tills
My wife filed for a divorce and won custody over Jay and Beth,
Soon I was sitting in the gutter, high on Crystal Meth
I was still rapping at the time because it sounded good to me,
I assumed somebody would listen and a label would summon me