hold you down freestyle

was there when the heat made the real ones fold, When the truth got ugly and the lies got sold, When the court dates stacked and the hope ran thin, Still slid through quiet, no spoke, no grin, Everybody brave when the bag intact, When it’s famine season, that’s a character test, I done fed grown men off the strength of my name, Ain’t ask for repayment, just respect in exchange, My loyalty don’t blink, it stare back at death, I don’t whisper support, I risk my breath, I been ten toes down in some borrowed time, Seen friendships decay like unattended crimes, I don’t preach — I practice, I’m stamped in pain, Same face when it’s sunshine, same when it rain, If I say I got you, it’s carved, not said, I don’t hold you down with words — I do it with bread.