Voice of the heroes, that’s durk. I’m the voice of the ones coming from the dirt. Running from the devil climbing out the earth. Had it hard ever since birth. On the street momma always clutched her purse. Dudes never knew her worth. Prayed for the best always ready for the worst. Children played cod by age 12 they was letting it burst skipped fights, made shit disperse. Kids and teachers inna hearse Scholarships murdered on that turf Cuz they repped the wrong turf. life isn’t reimbursed. I was young, running to that bag in my converse. Saw the struggle knew I had to work. Felt a little pain turned it to a verse. Found God and felt his love through the universe. Life’s a blessing Push me, I will turn into a curse My scars still show My scars still hurt This pain isn’t seen by a nurse But I’m good I come from the dirt. I wonder with amazement rare. like a flower bloomed from the pavement. Coming from the bottom, Lower than the basement. I was in the field I was stationed. Waiting on some money I would be impatient. Couldn’t get complacent. Used to be replacement. Now. to the top I’m adjacent living my dreams, Freddy and Jason I shake off like n abrasion Dealing big money gotta do equations. It cost money to leave the crib on any occasion. Life’s a marathon and I’m running like a Hatian. collecting checks like a front desk Caucasian. We all equal cuz we gods creation, Lord forgive me when I got that thing in rotation. Lead me to the promise land how Washington led the nation. Imma get the bag fuck inflation, broke and lazy we of no relation Shout out ‘yoncé now them girls in formaton My come up nothing short of a statement. Blessed is an understatement.