[Intro]
Yeah
It's Track or Die
[Verse]
At the age of 12, Mama ran away from home
Broken and alone, left to figure out this world
Cold and confused
Crazy how she grew up spit on and abused
And still able to see her kids and see love through a pure view
Me and my sis grew up pretty close
Was taught to put the family first if they ain't blood they the first to go
My mama met my dad two months later they expecting
Pops like nah I ain't tryna hear from yo perspective
Take this $200 while I'm at work go take care of that
To think now look where I'm at
To think the man that I look up to and never met could have and destroy
Something as real as the love that we had to this day affects me
Drop-in and cop it, pops out here getting it
Pops was an immigrant choosing to not live innocent
Cops end up dropping in slappin' the cuffs up on 'em
Last time that I seen 'em I was 9 years old
Looking for love and then mama turned to the alcohol
No father figure so me I turn to my basketball
Family torn
Searching for more when
Only examples that I had was Kobe and Jordan
Spent some time in a place that really opened my eyes
Realized that because I'm black people choose to despise
Was only twelve when it happen, almost broke me inside
Discovered some people that hate me cuz my black side
Graduated, young, and highly miseducated
A dream junkie I honestly missed the education
Was hoop dreaming I promise I got the elevation
And the greatness, I'm filled with ambition to make it
Now we here and it's a celebration
2010 I discovered life through a different lens
Started rapping using music as a medicine
Even when they throwing stones at who I represent
I kept the faith despite the fake when they try to divide
Learned at a young age only the strong gon survive
Back in that basement when I was indie all on my grind
Never would I imagine this life it still blow my mind
I know my purpose, I'm far from perfect, I know my way
I demonstrate and lead every day, I'm bound to be great
I take my life and put it on display all for you
And let my tunes do the talking knowing all is true
Yeah
It's Track or Die
[Verse]
At the age of 12, Mama ran away from home
Broken and alone, left to figure out this world
Cold and confused
Crazy how she grew up spit on and abused
And still able to see her kids and see love through a pure view
Me and my sis grew up pretty close
Was taught to put the family first if they ain't blood they the first to go
My mama met my dad two months later they expecting
Pops like nah I ain't tryna hear from yo perspective
Take this $200 while I'm at work go take care of that
To think now look where I'm at
To think the man that I look up to and never met could have and destroy
Something as real as the love that we had to this day affects me
Drop-in and cop it, pops out here getting it
Pops was an immigrant choosing to not live innocent
Cops end up dropping in slappin' the cuffs up on 'em
Last time that I seen 'em I was 9 years old
Looking for love and then mama turned to the alcohol
No father figure so me I turn to my basketball
Family torn
Searching for more when
Only examples that I had was Kobe and Jordan
Spent some time in a place that really opened my eyes
Realized that because I'm black people choose to despise
Was only twelve when it happen, almost broke me inside
Discovered some people that hate me cuz my black side
Graduated, young, and highly miseducated
A dream junkie I honestly missed the education
Was hoop dreaming I promise I got the elevation
And the greatness, I'm filled with ambition to make it
Now we here and it's a celebration
2010 I discovered life through a different lens
Started rapping using music as a medicine
Even when they throwing stones at who I represent
I kept the faith despite the fake when they try to divide
Learned at a young age only the strong gon survive
Back in that basement when I was indie all on my grind
Never would I imagine this life it still blow my mind
I know my purpose, I'm far from perfect, I know my way
I demonstrate and lead every day, I'm bound to be great
I take my life and put it on display all for you
And let my tunes do the talking knowing all is true
( Steven Malcolm )
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