Infantile Amnesia

I'm the son of a felon and addict Wasn't supposed to make it this far That kinda thinking Sporadic I tip the line, never cross it Though I could turn killers to bosses Wanna rock with a star like it's a mosh pit (rock) See what's the cost of dollar when its your last cent (last cent) And what's a family when you ain't never had it (I thought you did) Under four, that's that infantile amnesia Still waiting for the days I can leave without a visa I had to promise babygirl I'ma stick around The trauma in past got her thinking different now I guess her dad dipped, I couldn't say the same thing It's just system didn't allow him to maintain that custody (career criminal) Then momma died I wasn't even supposed to know Social worker told em keep it on the low They was dead wrong Way I was moving in MKE at seven, my file should've exponentially grown But besides that lil incident in 8th grade, I'm squeaky clean (clean) Getting tired of hearing put me on when it's been just me (for real) I like how I turned Hollywood now When at first ya'll ain't even like my sound Crazy what I deal with on the daily But I can't let it faze me If I don't move with intention they gon try to replace me That's the truth, ain't none of this permanent They would love for me to be just another statistic Compare without really seeing the difference That's what they do Tell me How many went from poverty stricken to counting them millions Ain't have a father but raised wonderful children Ain't know they mom still got love for these women (uh) It's prolly more than they willing to accept Cause you know they just love to highlight the bad But maybe we are just you know felons and addicts But we always gon be more than just one title It's like I'm the son of a felon and addict Wasn't supposed to make it this far That kinda thinking Sporadic I tip the line, never cross it Though I could turn killers to bosses Wanna rock with a star like it's a mosh pit (rock) See what's the cost of dollar when its your last cent (last cent) And what's a family when you ain't never had it (I thought you did) Under four, that's that infantile amnesia Still waiting for the days I can leave without a visa