my dad was cookin crack on woodlawn
and i took his smacks and i stood strong
now im lookin back, i had a good mom
but from all that crap i would run
cuz of his traps when uncalm
he'd put in slaps, what was wrong?
not happy perhaps - now your son's
out your grasp, wanna bond?
i just laugh while you're gone
as i travel along the map which is drawn
i guess it happens to some
but im blessed at rappin new songs
it blasts me beyond
and it's best i'd become
a man rather young
than one numb n left unloved...