Told myself I would be signed before twenty five
That disappointment took me for a ride
Probably coulda been had I sacrificed
Applied
The only child in me chose pride
A little lazy
Ultimately like to live life
I'm 32
Now a worthy dude
My own God
I'm from a place you would ask me
How I'm still alive
With two kids and a nine to five
I get by
Southside
58th & Michigan
Washington Park
Was seven seeing grips in kid's hands
That's where I would start
My story as a gifted young man
Compassionate heart
Developed habits
Slipping again
He puts it in art
My music is depicted image
Of nerds who go dark
Seen shit before 12 and then split
My mom played her part
I wonder if she thought I'd get clipped
Before I could walk
This story here is never ending
My son got his arc
Chea
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Told myself I would be signed before twenty five
That disappointment took me for a ride
Probably coulda been had I sacrificed
Applied
The only child in me chose pride
A little lazy
Ultimately like to live life
I'm 32
Now a worthy dude
My own God
I'm from a place you would ask me
How I'm still alive
With two kids and a nine to five
I get by
Southside
58th & Michigan
Washington Park
Was seven seeing grips in kid's hands
That's where I would start
My story as a gifted young man
Compassionate heart
Developed habits
Slipping again
He puts it in art
My music is depicted image
Of nerds who go dark
Seen shit before 12 and then split
My mom played her part
I wonder if she thought I'd get clipped
Before I could walk
This story here is never ending
My son got his arc
Chea
That disappointment took me for a ride
Probably coulda been had I sacrificed
Applied
The only child in me chose pride
A little lazy
Ultimately like to live life
I'm 32
Now a worthy dude
My own God
I'm from a place you would ask me
How I'm still alive
With two kids and a nine to five
I get by
Southside
58th & Michigan
Washington Park
Was seven seeing grips in kid's hands
That's where I would start
My story as a gifted young man
Compassionate heart
Developed habits
Slipping again
He puts it in art
My music is depicted image
Of nerds who go dark
Seen shit before 12 and then split
My mom played her part
I wonder if she thought I'd get clipped
Before I could walk
This story here is never ending
My son got his arc
Chea
Writer: Charles Scott
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