Derron's Story

I can't really tell you where I could've been I could've been sitting in a jail pin Or could've been laying on my deathbed Gotta Thank God for the blessings And lessons Sometimes I don't see why I could be chosen Then again, I know I came out from nothing I'm just trynna put something together puzzling I just wanted something better than my mother did Instead of hood rich and having me a bad bitch Down the line I hope my kids don't have to ask for shit Cuz later when I'm gone, I hope I made em rich And that's some real shit And that's some real shit And that's some real shit A gotta million things running cross my mind I'm trynna move all this weight like a exercise I'm just trynna make it cross the finish line In only 1st place 2nd is the first waste Lord I hope to live to get a good taste I doubted you more than once cuz I lost faith Or didn't touch base Bet you kept me straight anyways, on my good days and my bad days Imma nut case I can admit that Them down times you humbled me I saw that And this is real rap No time for extra chit chat Where I'm from it's pitch black, with little ways to detach I spazz on every last track You'd think might've relapsed Nahh, I'm just in a space where I just run laps