My Life

Yeah…

From the dirt, from the struggle,

Now it’s all for my kids…

Real life.

I was raised where the lights went out and the fridge stayed empty,

Mama tried her best but the rent came heavy,

Hand-me-down clothes but my smile stayed ready,

Didn’t have a dollar but my people still fed me.

Running through the blocks with some holes in my shoes,

Young wild kid with a lot to prove,

Started hanging with the wrong crowd too soon,

Late night sirens and the neighborhood doomed.

As a young man I was chasing fast money,

Selling little bags just to stack up hundreds,

Kicking down trap spots trying to take what was coming,

Heart turned cold ’cause the pain kept coming.

But deep inside I knew,

That life wasn’t made for me,

I was lost in the streets,

Trying to find some peace.

Then you came into my life,

And everything changed,

When you told me ’bout the baby,

I ain’t think the same.

Went from living reckless nights,

To praying every day,

Now I hustle for my family,

Not the money or the fame.

Six little souls calling me “dad,”

That’s the greatest thing I ever had,

Through the storm and all the pain,

I found my way again.

I remember when she looked me in the eyes,

Told me she was pregnant, man I froze for a night,

Didn’t know if I was ready for that kind of life,

But hearing “you’re a father” made me open my eyes.

Started working long days just to make ends meet,

Still fighting old demons from the life in the streets,

Sometimes I fell back trying to move that weight,

Thinking quick money was the only escape.

Caught up in trouble, almost lost it all,

Seen friends locked down and some never got the call,

But my kids needed me, I couldn’t let ’em fall,

So I got back up every time I crawled.

I learned a man ain’t measured,

By the dirt he did before,

It’s how he changes for the people,

That he truly loves the most.

Then you came into my life,

And everything changed,

When you told me ’bout the baby,

I ain’t think the same.

Went from living reckless nights,

To praying every day,

Now I hustle for my family,

Not the money or the fame.

Six little souls calling me “dad,”

That’s the greatest thing I ever had,

Through the storm and all the pain,

I found my way again.

Now I wake up early mornings,

Coffee brewing by the stove,

Work boots by the doorway,

Thanking God I made it home.

Ain’t rich but my table full,

And my children laugh loud,

That little boy from poverty

Would be proud of me now.

Yeah…

From the trenches to a family man,

From dark nights to God’s plan,

Still got scars, still got pain,

But I broke them chains.

Now I walk straight,

Head high,

For my woman,

For my kids,

For this life.