Man enough to say that
And Like I let you borrow some money, this is pay back
And Like I hit the skip track I dont play that
We still gon find a way to shine where the rain at

It's the under dogs you dont wanna bet against
Take the spread
I dont owe you nothing, but ill take a check
They know im cooking , what am I baking next?
I Get on The beat and leave it fried like some bacon and eggs

I told em bump my old records and be patient for me
But like a doc at their physical they jus waiting on me
And You must not love yourself if you hating on me
I read you clowns like an open book its the same ol story

Thought it was about the rise to fame and glory
Only to find that you fake and phony lame and corny

Can take you serious when we kno u all gimick
All fiction, most of yall are lost within

Rappers be given a voice then choose to rap in silence
I'm from lynn Massachusetts we need to stop the violence

Young kids shootin influence by the music they hear
Stand clear , These fake gangster polluting your ears

Lord for give me for my sins
Hope we can make ammends
Hoping yhat you let me in
All these Ls I need some wins
I lost some family and some friends
And I still hold up my chin
But im not afraid to admit that ive cried

I cry for them I cry for us
I cry for the momma who lost her son yeah
And I cry for the one holding the gun yeah
And I cry for the ones begging for funds yeah

I cry for you I cry for me
I cry for the youth cry for the streets
I cry for the victims we lost to addiction
I cry for the heroes and I cry for the villains

I got nothing to lose nothing to gain if I ever spoke your name in vein
Then slide on your boy like the weather man with the rain

No judgement for my skin color
So whenever that we see eachother
It's like a nod of recognition for we surviving in the daily struggle

Pop bottles every weekend say we celebrating failure
Ain't shit you can tell me thats what I been tryna tell ya
They be slick with that stick talk
You gotta let these people be
And watch them close when they in your house and they bout to leave

I seen alot, I don't wanna sound like a broken record
And I ain't tryna preach a woken legend to the fellas
Got one thats in they feelings
And these guys getting jealous
Some false accusations
Whos the real truth teller
I can see you ain't tryna hear it guess you hellen keller
But you blind to the fact there's no rest in these shelters
And I cried when I felt more pain than the pleasure
And I cried when I saw my homie laying on the stretcher