Powerful

I toss and turn at night 

Wondering if your alright 

Your upbringing was tragic 

I'm learning how to accept it 

Little boy running the streets 

Just to make sure his family eats 

Strapped all the way down to his knee's

Learning not to be naive 

The word "friends" is used so lightly 

Holding down the block 

He seen so many people get popped 

Sitting behind bars 

Thinking about his life from the start

Wounded from within 

Wondering when its all gonna end 

Drinking and smoking 

Suppressing his emotions 

Praying to god 

He has a open ear to listen 

Not knowing god has heard his cries 

It's just up to him to start doing right 

He had to be a man at a young age 

Growing with so much rage 

When he's near 

I feel his pain 

Sadness all around 

I don't blame him it wasn't his fault

Faith is powerful 

If you don't believe 

How are you gonna stand the waterfall ?

I've grown to love him with all his 

imperfections ..