[Verse 1]:
Another father cries, another Black boy dead
15 years of love replaced wit six bullets instead
And all that i can think is why father not me
Cause that boy so pure of heart and so tainted i be
Sometimes i slack on acknowledging all da blessings i reap...
Focusing on depression and da failures dat creep...
Like how my money low and how my heart don't beat
And how i'm constantly falling to all these sins that i seek
But a n***a got a whip, and a roof over my head
And it may not be much but its some food up in the fridge
And a n***a still alive, still striving to get up out the flood
While other n***as taking they last nap in a pool of blood..
The destruction be so powerful
And i swear it ain't enough hours spent thinking in this shower dude...
As that warm water brush my shoulders
I pray me and my loved ones make it over...
[Bridge]:
And i ain't tryna bite the roots
But too many n***as branch out and forget about they roots
So busy tryna shake the leaves
Dat they helping block the sunshine and hinder the breeze
[Verse 2]:
And then theres me, prospering at a slow pace but dammit i'm free
At least
In comparison to piers
I made it out for a bit, did college for 4 years
While
Other n***as was continuously shot
Teens getting pregnant, cops hara**ing the block
Mothers strung out, fathers on d**h beds
Brothers incarcerated, sisters giving head
For a lil bit a doe to buy dinner with
Damn we so unthankful for the simple sh**
Like yo i'm breathing, i woke up another day
It's some sh** i gotta say, f** if i'm sounding cliche
That guilt is strong on my back
Its so much d**h around me but my body intact
While lost youth head, arm, legs still getting detached
While I'm sharing my pain for my people in raps
[Outro]
And so many think its holding me back
But the people I feel guilty about inspire this crack
So if you wanna know why i rap
Take a look at all these palms imprinted on to my back
The Guilt