Lookin' out the studio window
Glaze over Swayze,
see the grey clouds hover
Think about my teenage years
Lookin' up to my older brother
Surfin' through the eyes
of a youngster,
blood told me the regret
Havin' the villa tatted under the set
All the body folks are wrapped to the death
I almost did it,
now I'm laxed out of this chair
Just twirlin' on my pivot,
kinda sickin' by my original im age
Now I see her told me
that the world is yours,
didn't believe him
Cause I always felt the
shadows of death
behind me were creepin'
I'm spittin' rhythm on the dirt floor
How did Kalida write in an entire album
and New Zealand's astounded?
So grind harder, no cash in my pocket,
found father
Threw a lot of altercations,
brought in my options
Except for miscalculations,
calculated my steps
Ain't got much,
but I know that I'm blessed
and that's the realness the child,
forced to stand on his own
Product of a broken home
And God bless the man
trying to put five more children to own
Even if he out here living wrong
God bless the child,
forced to stand on his own
Product of a broken home
And God bless the woman
trying to put five more children to own
Even if she out here living wrong
Bul lets in the sandbox,
have you all been the same -ish?
Different settings, same story,
but poverty plagued the sandlot
As a child I looked up to the stars,
but pollution made it so that
we couldn't view it that far
Fresh out of jail without a car,
had a foot at the work
Lower times make you question your worth,
throw the towel in
Perseverance, mind over matter
like monks of Shaolin
Blockade the schemes of violence
and 40's pounding
Used to ride around in vehicles,
hit missions and licks
My mission is that it know it all's
no different to kids
And we spoke it like we
the masters of the reality biz
Actuality,
play the imbecile and twist it and split
Out here on the ground,
just navigated the jungles
Motivated by my family,
the trenches I see they
Baptism on a Saturday morning
Sprinkle my head and realize
that regardless we all blessed
God bless the child,
before sustained on his own
Product of a broken home
And God bless the man
trying to put my boy's children to own
Even if he out here living wrong
God bless the child,
before sustained on his own
Product of a broken home
And God bless the woman
trying to put my boy's children to own
Vivid as she out here livin' wrong