no father figure

Yeah, I was young, had to fend for myself, No pops in the picture, just me and the shelf, Struggled through the nights, dreams stacked on the floor, Came up in the chaos, knockin’ on that door. Mama worked hard, but the bills piled high, Empty seat at the table, just me and the sky, Thoughts heavy on my mind, shadows in my soul, Ain’t no guidance in the streets, just a heart made of coal. (Verse 2) Friends turned family, we was all in the grind, Learned to hustle early, had to sharpen my mind, Made mistakes, yeah, but I rose from the pain, Every scar a lesson, every loss a gain. Now I’m stacking paper, but the void still remains, Chasin' after dreams, but it’s hard to explain, I’m a product of the struggle, with fire in my veins, Growing up without a father, but I won’t be the same. Won’t be same he left 5 years ago what a shame what a shame what a shame