The mind of a young, Black Man conflicted the fast life he done see on the screen addictive additions to the family year after year no father at home his uncle let him try beer he knows fear he dwells in it every day tryna jump obstacles each and every way and every pay slip he dreams to avoid a life of robbery and schemes, by making means, his Mama out the ghetto able to walk around without any heavy metal no guns just roses a free man in a world that's frozen some try, some chosen chasing paper, power and posing, with confidence shown, same camera you stand for wants to bite at your bone put you in a zone put you on a throne but summer ends and there's a switch in tone you start to count your stones, realising time is all you got in a world that's sewn, to make young black men rise then fall greater Coleworld, execpt for those at the equator.