I’m working on my future, because I’m tired of eating noodles.
I could have been a shooter, but my mother kept me neutral.
I could have dealt with dope, but the struggle gave me hope.
Music let me cope with the troubles of being broke.
Sitting in the dark praying to God for just a break,
You told me I could be great, how much more I’ll have to take?
We skated on the line, but I’m giving props to my mom.
She made sure I was fed and kept me in her loving arms.
Kept me in my books and sacrificed her dreams,
So I promised I’d make it worth it, no matter how hard it seems.
No matter the depression, no matter the friends I lost,
No matter the life I pass, and no matter the cost.
No excuse, every barrier I’ll break it loose.
Nothing is going to stop me until I uncover the truth.
I don’t do this for your respect, I do it because nothing’s left.
The struggle made the heart of a warrior in my chest.
