Split, Pt. 2

So anyways
I was thinkin' bout this shit the other day
How am I to climb up out of habits where I misbehave
Look around at fabrics people flaunt as though they can convey
The message of successes
When their daddy's are the ones to pay

But hold up, hey
Why am I to care about society at all
They the ones who keep to telling me
That I can never ball
Painting narratives of parents killed or fathers that have left
Be the only type of origin where passes to their sins are kept

I need a reason deep to weep
To find the straps the glue to feet
Shaking hands with anti-anarchists who smile through they teeth
Say I need to cool it Keith, you're losing em for sure
Take em back to tellin stories in my similes return
Like the darkest of nights
Run and duck for my life
Can I continue on this path when only hell is in sight

What happens when I'm having kids
That are watching how I live
What kind of sorry ass excuse of a career I think it is
I'd say it's easier to quit, but my necessity of self
Is to pour the water, everything I'm thinkin that I felt
Every inch of every canvas hasn't ever been enough
To say I'm solely stuck to rapping, is the calling of my bluff
But see, I'm closer more to acting like I love running a muck
In reality I really need to stop with acting tough
Or what