Look, I want only just to make rhymes And sedate minds I work on music in the day time And when I'm home, sometimes I break night That's ok, right? I'm not afraid I have a great life But I want only just to make rhymes And sedate minds And make my way Through the state lines I know one day I will be paid fine And I'll change lives In many ways, just from great rhymes so let me start here and tell you how I came see it stared with my mom just a women trying to survive did not fill so alive she wasent like the wrest of y'all she had work but at the mall was not just enough then along came my brother and my dad had another which was me I went to be something instead always hanging from a tree now know who I want to be I never really met my dad it kinds made me mad but u need to know how I put my mom through stress my mom try to do her best but all minimum wage but it was hard when I see then drug dealer's in the range such a bad example she didn't even know it I truly need my father with me u need to know it u need to know it i need someone to be heroic someone to motivate me when I want to be a poet I truly think I could be the dopest mabey notices never losing my focus shit was hard in my apartment roches and no carpets I'm and enemy s target I made some promises that I would make accomplishmenets then I became a criminal please accept except my apologies this is for my young homies thinking theres no way out throwing your life away that's shit is played out OG'S tell me stories about life in the pin a dark cell homies lost doing heroin I know it's hard to grow up but everybody got to grow up believe me homie you can make it