Down to 17

I was 17 when popsy went down turn 18 when I left home I was 17 when popsy went down Life flipped upside, had to hold my ground No more guidance, had to be a man Felt like I was drowning in quicksand No more pops to teach me right from wrong Had to navigate this world on my own Pressure on my shoulders, heavy as stone But I couldn't let it break me, had to stay strong Riding through the streets, feeling so alone Trying to find my way, searching for a home No one to turn to, no one