Step Left, Step Right
Gang culture and growing pains
Loyalty, no cracks just to say it plain
Them days shaped me but what they did more was prepare
Me to face faze two, leave the nest face fear
Step left, step right
Pick a side cause either way it's a fight
Step forward get pushed back
From there how you react
Step left, step right
Pick a side cause either way it's a fight
Step forward get pushed back
From there how you react
Step left, step right
Step forward get pushed back
From there how you react
Struggle ain't nothing new to me
Born at six months, life fighting out the womb ya see
Beat the incubator, now joining my mother's other cubs
Well received, fuck the words, I felt the love
Over the years it clouded but never faded
And when ever needing a boost those feelings I replay em
Now a young black youth in a city of angels lost
I was blessed with two wings and neither has fell off
Since LaSalle Elementary, a three part symphony
No harmonized, better than what's meant to be
Remembering the genesis, staring into infinity
Us back in one room, all hand holding the mini me
Then was some good days
Many triumphs, many tragedies on 88th place
Celebrated or hurdled It's clearer in sight hind
Mind, unconditional love And until the end of time
Through poverty Gang culture and growing pains
Loyalty, no cracks Just to say it plain
Them days shaped But what they did more was prepare
Me the face, faze two leave the nest, face fear, I'm here
Loyalty, no cracks just to say it plain
Them days shaped me but what they did more was prepare
Me to face faze two, leave the nest face fear
Step left, step right
Pick a side cause either way it's a fight
Step forward get pushed back
From there how you react
Step left, step right
Pick a side cause either way it's a fight
Step forward get pushed back
From there how you react
Step left, step right
Step forward get pushed back
From there how you react
Struggle ain't nothing new to me
Born at six months, life fighting out the womb ya see
Beat the incubator, now joining my mother's other cubs
Well received, fuck the words, I felt the love
Over the years it clouded but never faded
And when ever needing a boost those feelings I replay em
Now a young black youth in a city of angels lost
I was blessed with two wings and neither has fell off
Since LaSalle Elementary, a three part symphony
No harmonized, better than what's meant to be
Remembering the genesis, staring into infinity
Us back in one room, all hand holding the mini me
Then was some good days
Many triumphs, many tragedies on 88th place
Celebrated or hurdled It's clearer in sight hind
Mind, unconditional love And until the end of time
Through poverty Gang culture and growing pains
Loyalty, no cracks Just to say it plain
Them days shaped But what they did more was prepare
Me the face, faze two leave the nest, face fear, I'm here
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Writer(s): Christopher Dunham
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