"Make it happen"

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.