Do you want to see me cry.
Or bleed heavily from heartache.
My mind gushing from a gunshot or stay here in my black box.
The world can be cold especially being raised in the ghetto.
You have one way out and I guarantee you it is not to use your mouth.
No one cares about you no one cares if you live or die.
Do you rather see me in new york city dancing to those Broadway tunes.
Or running through the streets with 2 babies and have another due.
Life is complicated .
Life is hard.
All I know is my religion and the Lord I serve.
First generation to go to school, yea its truely an accomplishment.
But the stress of hoping you have tuition to graduation.
Isn't it a great time of celebration.
My mom gave me alot confidence and drive love and intelligence.
Now I ask you again would you rather see me stay in my little black box
Or fly high to success.