KeynoteGz - Take My Hand Lyrics

Take my hand,
Buck roll
I love you Pops
Take my hand

And I forgive you
It wasn't your fault

Nanny told me don't you take your breath for granted I was five
Since then I had more problems than my van did
I'm from the I, we came from a disadvantage
Man, I ain't trippin', I'm pissed that my Pops vanished

They say a boy needs his father, can't understand it
Then he came round, tryin to be what a man is
Who would I be if Key can't speak candid
That shit was awkward like free throws, shot underhanded

That was at 16, lil nigga had big dreams
You kicked me out at 18, couldn't bloom where I was planted
Two years to build a bond, then nothing to build upon
Hit DMACC, came back, Minnesota's where I landed

Kept my feelings bottled up, killin' this bottle of
Think about the shit Shell Boogie ain't got no knowledge of
I ain't know about the trap at all, I wasn't tryna rap at all
I was there for basketball and of course a little college
Just a little

You supposed to take my hand though, Pops
And guide me
And shape me into the man I'm supposed to be today

But instead
My young mind got molded, yeah, by an older nigga
Moms had her mans and not a single one could show a nigga
How to peep deceit, keep the heat and feel the cold from niggas
But this was Minnesota, huh? F*ck, I'm supposed to shoulder, huh

Buddy with the shits, roll up that, roll up this
Before he even took a piss, early morning takin' sips, on
Whatever he can find though, swear he was a wino
I was 20 with that bottle like, I ain't far behind, bro

Lil' nigga, big city with no guide, so
All I saw was bright lights and shit, but I was blind though
All I knew was school work, work hard to improve looks
Had my own hustle, I was focused on my grind though

But this was Murderapolis, they called it at the time, so
97 kills in the summer, this shit was mind blown
F*ck I'm supposed to do now, this is my home
Born alone, die alone, live fast, just to die slow

My demeanor switch, when you copped that .22
Placed it in my hand like, here lil' nigga, this is you
I ain't cave in either, shit, this was fairly new
This'll come in handy if what I hear about the streets is true

I'm in the mirror practicin', f*ck you wanna do
Right there is where I learned how to load it and hold it too
I'm 21 now, yeah, runnin' with older dudes
I was still in school, played it cool, did what I was supposed to do

Yeah, but I was f*ckin with this nut-ass nigga though
He was like, seven years my senior
He kept me in some shit, man, but
I mean, we, we

We stayed makin' moves, ain't know what idle was
Young ass youngin' comin' from Iowa
With a loose cannon, teachin' me what survival was
While we bagged the work up in the fingers of the vinyl gloves

All day at the Viking, you instilled the game
Watchin' Custys come and go, you let me pick your brain
Its where I met two cool ass niggas
They told me you can ride, lil' nigga, if you don't say a thing

And I ain't say shit
To this day
I ain't never spoke on the matter
That's probably why I still have nightmares now

Why I need to be woken up in the middle of the night at times
When you ridin' down the streets of life
With your demons sittin' shotgun
That ain't a good look

Take my hand