Chapter 35

This ain't no rap song, this just a real song Let me talk Yo Writing letters to my bro stuck behind the wall Chin is in my chest, and from my eyes I feel emotions fall Wish I could've made it happen before the cuffs clicked Sacrificed your family and freedom tryna make us rich Niggas tried to slander your name, but not in front of me Reaching out for dap when they walk pass me, the audacity That's why I got up out the streets and made a covenant Gotta thank my wife cause without her I'd drown in sucker shit Moving momma outta the ghetto still on my bucket list Ironic cause the ghetto's the only place that we ever lived Down the way part of the reason I'm this man today Alma Ave, eleven five, the reason why I rap this way Still grandpa homie told me what they eat won't make me shit So ain't no pringles when we bussin' cans tryna stack them chips Before the bands it's only silence, nothing out a haters lips Earn a couple dollars, watch them potty mouths be full of shit All I ever wanted to do, was make my father proud And on occasion see some hands waving as I move the crowd Deep down, feeling my potential is forever showing Still I'd trade it all to hear the Doc say there's no tumor growing Sat in that hospital, hiding every ounce of pain Momma on that operating table, Lord intervene Sister in law having multiple seizures Got me feeling like, God damn when we gon catch a breather Daddy body breaking down, I think he drinking again As you can guess I been stressing like it's the latest of trends Just to balance out the losses, we need thousands of wins Praying daily, waiting for all of the drama to end And it did Cause Diesel made it home and momma still with us Every day's a fight, if you survive then you's a real winner Yea Said every day's a fight, if you survive then you a real winner Real shit See sometimes So much negativity happens back to back to back To Back It's like you can't breathe But shit, if you still here to tell your story You survived Salute to all the survivors Word What we seeing through social media and the news Cops killing us and all kind of stuff like that, it's like yo It's strange for people to expect for us as black men to be rational In all these irrational situations You know cooler heads prevailing, and me using the music To get off this aggression so that when I am presented with these irrational situations I can keep my calm Because I've allowed for my music to be my therapy