You've had your doubts, you said I would never make it down this road
You counted me out again,
With a little time you'll see the truth unfold
And I will never pretend to make a mends
Remembering, never again call you a friend
I've come so far since then, and I'll decide where my story ends
I've been p*ss poor, I've been picked on
I've been held back, I've been spit on
I Could have died trying to face the tide
By the grace of God, made it outta that sh*t storm
So I crack that window, gotta let the wind blow
And I know it's sad but even a little
Bit of wind is still considered a win
When you ain't never had much
Some of these rappers can't rap for real
Some of these rappers just lacking skill
Some of these rappers just slacking still
Never cried in the booth, then you lacking feel
But I go back to the microphone
Where the days drift away but the nights are long
I put my pain in a pen and it writes a song
But it comes from within when the Mic is on
But it's all good, some of y'all won't feel me
Put my heart and soul in The Awakening but uh
Some of y'all still sleep
Want to beat statistics you got to beat the system
I'm doing what I need to do
I could be the dad that tells his son her can be whatever he wants
Or I could be the proof
Yeah I'm back in the building, about to crack the pavilion
Courage stacked to the ceiling, In fact if I plan my attack
And I spazz on this track, It's a fact they will have to rebuild it
My life's on the line, but I practice resilience
This is practically brilliant, yeah this is my time
This is actually thrilling, sit back as I hack the resistance
Welcome to the arch
Yeah welcome to my state
The city is mighty fine
Just look over the crime rate
Kids are still dying but ain't nobody irate
They say it takes time but look how much time takes
And they say being a kid rocked
But not on my block it was too many pitstops
Gathered all my feelings and I hid em in hip hop
Cause when I tried to kick it
They'd just tell me to kick rocks
It hurt, because I came from the dirt
But I'm making it work
Celebration of birth
You were searching for gifts
I was searching for worth
And it felt like a curse
But I'm doing what I need to do
Cause I could be the dad that tells
His son he can be whatever he wants
Or I could be the proof