We got a life that we don't pick
A head that we don't choose
Some stresses we can't fix
"Stay grounded" is old news
Been thinking at the back of my head plays me an old tune
About a man I knew who lived through shit 'cuz he had to
Its like his pen & pad have been the ones to only listen
He turned to liquor & the mic it's like his soul was missing
Steady wishing to wake up from what is phony fiction
Living with a burden he ain't ask for
Wish the lord would kiss him
Because he cliquing up with gang and the thots
Like show 'em just how tough you are before you chained or you shot
I never seen you beg for change, or plead for your pops
But all I ask is that you think of little you when we talk
And all I ask is that you think of me when bending the law
Boy, I was there when you was lost and had no blood to go call
I have a family that's broken too,
I cried in your arms
So I could do the same for you, but you went fucking right off
Believe me when I say I feel you I'm not one to judge
I had a time where I sat right exactly where you was
I used to drown inside my sorrows getting lost in clubs
Just did it Saturday, convinced I was the only one
But then I thought of you
We could avoid the damage
If I had paid attention playing ball I'd probably have it
Not tryna scrape my plate
And rummage through these dirty cabinets
Crazy with this shit
I'll take these bars and she 'em magic
It takes a man to show humility and fault within
Always remember,
You don't ever need a flock to win
Embrace the pain you feel
And all the hefty mess you in
So you can tell your baby girl 'bout how you handled bizz
I seen my brodie come from dirt
The hurt can rip through the skin
That's why regardless of our cultures you were always my kin
Tried to help you out, but you stretched loyalty thin
I always looked for a way out just wish I saved you from jumping in
Can never hold a grudge just know I offered with my hand out
A place to let it spill 'cuz I was real and never ran out
I know that we were young, shit I'm just writing what I can now
Reflecting as I'm going this no filter playing jams loud
And
Although I never understood it
I guess it ain't my place, and to be frank I never shook it
Coping come in forms you chose the latter like a rookie
But no one steered you right I felt like shit for just assuming
'Cuz I had time away from family too
No one to talk to when I'm feeling in a chatty mood
Empty bleachers, learned to play the sport with attitude
Cheerleaders were the motive
While the rest had momma after school
Gangbanging & politics was never for the kid
I take my heart & put it in a verse I'm trippin' in
My brodie has to bang his block because of his address
The only reason I excuse the shit he stepping in
It's like I'm in my bag lately
I do this for the broken homes and 650 mainly
Spittin' I been trippin'
I been going stat crazy
This joint is for my crack babies