Finding rhymes with my words, as I think of my kids an my baby mama, I'm a real survivor,im a real rider, every word I write is because I've really lived that life, Ik right from wrong,its hard to get along, with the voice that's trying to steer me way gone, so I keep on kickin the only way Ik, the only way I was shown an that is just get shit done, one way or another cus shit