Maintain

As a young child
They filled my brain
With all of this doubt
Now Im comin back
I weekly bust
All of this pain
My pen won't rust
Work out maintain

What you know about growin up around drug dealers
Thieves addicts and manipulators
Didn't get to know the man my father was
I know he was a hustler slangin drugs
But his heart was bigger than my mothers was
But life caught up and now its all in dust
Mama had a habit for men with habits
This violent cycle of motion we got slammed in
All emotions abandoned
Mental abuse turned to physical abuse
My friends with good parents
Saw that I had no real parent
It became apparent
Kid playing the part of the parent
Running the cigarette errands
Meth in the trailer from my brothers father
We dont call them step dads they aint dad's why bother
We get our asses whipped for the stupidest shit
He call my sis and I engines you ain't a man yous a bitch

As a young child
They filled my brain
With all of this doubt
Now Im comin back
I weekly bust
All of this pain
My pen won't rust
Work out maintain

Hangin with the homies who liked to sag their pants
Now half of the homies done lost their chance
To elevate break break out and revamp
Generational trauma we got to break that
I fell into doing that stupid shit
Gangs were cool and the music was lit
Dreams of not bein a ghetto kid
Food stamps food boxes and that wick
They werent always used for the right shit
They were traded for drugs to hit
I knew this is something I want no part in
So I started to think a little different
I started to work around fourteen
While they always party
I was building this dream
I started to body
This hip-hop scene
No they wont stop me
Im goin full steam
Lets go

As a young child
They filled my brain
With all of this doubt
Now Im comin back
I weekly bust
All of this pain
My pen won't rust
Work out maintain