Spokenword

I sit back, relax, Thinking bout the relapse
The things I use to line up on the daily mane just snort that
While sleeping on my uncles couch, I was a homeless dude
Funny thing about this story is my unc was homeless too
Uh,Two bedroom apartment close to the church, You know the one with the perch
We had no ceiling in that building but yet we still made it work
Watching the mold grow had me feeling less than I'm worth
Toting buckets of water I couldn't Spencer a quarter
Thinking damn dose the father love me just kinda or sorta
Knocking from job to job thinking why should I bother
Is there more to life or am I along for the slaughter
Will I be just like father Somebody nobody's heard of
Or heard from since O five wonder if he's still alive
Hoping the father keeps me close tell I heaven arrived
I do this thing for my guys and all my lady's alike
That knows just what's it's like, living without no water or light
Keep your head up homie don't ever give up the fight
You know the only thing that shins inside the dark is the light
Put your persistence and your goals and guard that thing with your life
A when they tell you that you wrong always remember your rights
I know the going may get though the finish line is in sight
This is why I write ambitions to change my mamas life
Younger siblings looking up to me like damn it right
Gatta go hard from the start Committed heart that's on god
Just stay stuck to all your roots and don't ever forget who you are
And when you feel like quitting remember you made it this far
You're a nebula starIn his eyes that's just who you are