I lay my heart on my paper my soul in my rhymes. I take care of my son and handle whats mine.. I get told my lyrics are weak or sometimes I'm meek. But all that I seek is a way out this mud before I sink... ive broken hearts and shattered souls.. my baby momma left to be a hoe.. but she left me with my son and we safe at home.. cause he is my rock and he has my soul... ya thats my boy and i love him so. i watch him grow I see him glow.. he likes to show Daddy the things he knows. I feel like my life is like The Truman show. got everybody watching like i don't know..