Growing up life was hard

From the streets to the penitentiary I stand

But still I’m scarred

The wounds you see are deep

From the time I’ve lost and the relationships that cost

Me sleep. It’s hard to compare another man to me

Getting it out the mud is another way of explaining it 

Although I’ve never left a trace

My kids inherit my good traits, so I paved it

And most days are filled with depression

I’m still haunted by guilt,

Society doesn’t feel I’ve learned my lesson

It’s okay

The struggles I’ve overcome it’s beyond a blessing

Especially when it’s destined.