My back's against the wall.
Can't rap,
can't sell crack.
I'm too old for that
but my kids are young,
Too young
to understand that poverty ain't fun.
Can't pick up a gun and rob niggas,
liquor stores, pimps or whores.
I got talent and a pen that busts.
These are tools and gems of value.
They hold more glitter and luster than gold do.
Can't look back, can't regret,
can't cry,
Can't beg for a time reset.
That ain't the way it works,
that ain't life,
that ain't a man's worth
that ain't a father,
that ain't how god built earth.
We make it happen
against all odds,
No matter the consequence or faction.
