Street Life

Came from the mud, no silver, no spoon, Sleepin’ in cold, had to pray for a room. They was laughin’ when I ain’t have nothin’ to flex, Now they watchin’ me close, like who’s comin’ next? I don’t do talkin’, I move with a plan, Heart full of pain, but I look like a man. Tears in my hoodie, regrets in my pocket, They wanted me broken — I came out solid. Still ridin’ with wounds I don't show, Real ones feel me, the fake don’t know. Quiet in the storm, I don’t beg, I grow, Turned losses to lessons — that’s just how it go.