i was young,
crying, dad was nowhere to be found,
i hit the ground and believe me, at such a young age,
stuck in the gutter like it was a cage,
going back to my roots, looking down on some fucked up shoes,
i faced the storm, and came out with everything but a smile,
im staring in the mirror, so damn proud,
kept my heart pure.
while my eyes saw things that would scar me,
while my mom was at the bar and i sat with my brother and i let him know i was never giving up,
i would go to hell and back and still go back for him
nobody understands what ive seen,
they think im mean for no reason
when i lived in chicago everyday was killing season on our side of town,
no time to sit and lounge, just watch other people give me hatred while i was down,
came to good things and faced em with a frown because i didnt know better
nobody ever told me "dont worry, help is on the way"
because everyday i was thinking on anything and everything,
how could i be something i aint got no money, and nobody is helping me, lord knows aint nothing free, but how could it be that i see kids riding around in brand new cars.
and im here staring at the stars asking why me?
why cant i have anything, well now i know, i gotta work for what i want, and thats just how it is.