Poetic.

Never had the balls to ask somebody for a handout
Made some wrong turns, still blessed how my life turned out

I remember being in the third grade
Drumming on the desk with my pencils
Way before I pulled the gun out

Smart child, but I played dumb
Don't know what that was about I guess I wanted some attention
Wasn't getting it at the house

Mama had to work, age seven
We was home alone, got pushed off the porch We ain't jump, but we held our own

Showed love to some niggas, next day came back and robbed us

That's why I don't trust niggas, fuck niggas, that's my problem
Seem like if you got the biggest heart, you get hurt the most
I'ma keep a big whatever hurt me, it's gon' make me grow

Seventeen, took the charges, told the police, let my niggas go

What I didn't know back then, fuck me up when I got old
The road I walked on was too thin, had to walk a different road
Didn't want my life to end, so I began to break the mold
All my friends damn near kin, but I had to let them go

I just wanted me to win, fuck my sins, let them go
Like a pencil I can't bend like a pen, I can't fold
Cold world not for me, got on thermals and a coat
They label her a stallion, you could label me a goat

Been through so much mentally that I could take a nigga's soul
No matter what the fuck I go through, I won't let them take my soul

Shit y'all rappin bout, bruh that shit not even stickin'
Downgrading our women, fucking up the heads of children

We supposed to be the head, give the world some direction
It's sad, women can't count on men for protection
I'm mad, I'm not gon' put the blame on us, I blame the dads
We some misguided soldiers that was raised by some trash

How the fuck I'm supposed to be a man, I never seen one
Never seen a husband, how the fuck I'm supposed to be one
Saw my daddy, dog my mama, how I'm supposed to treat one