Disgrace at a golden age.

Young mother's thinking they old age.

Protraying that young black females is in a cold case,

racing to the undefeated lyrically stone race.

Shattered by the pressence of something bigger.

Torn because you lost yo mother and father figure.

Yo baby daddy is lost and say he ain't ready for a baby, at the time.

But instead he'd rather be on the street corner spittin' rhymes.

Now the baby is five asking where his father at,

but unknown to him that he ain't never coming back.

It's tough growing up when their's no one to guide you strong,

lend a helping hand, making sure nothing goes wrong.

Streets caught up with you, now you sixteen and almost a man.

Hoping you don't follow in yo daddy footsteps and plans.

Mother's twice your age and she still struggling,

now you on the street corner doing real hustling.

All because your daddy wanted it at a golden age,

but refused to stand around and fight fire and flame.