The Truth
My father was never around
He was like a ghost to me
Now i'm growing up becoming successful
He wanna get close to me
This nigga had me hungry
Hungry enough I almost starved to death
Started a war with me
Just cause you missed me?
Ma dukes worked two jobs
Little brother got shot
Damn the heat from that one bullet
That shit two lives
Little bro never got to show his talents
Now I'm out here living a dream
Not just mine but his
Even though bro caught that heat
Life was so unsteady it was like an earthquake
When moms got off she had to rock me to sleep
Always cried myself to sleep
Cause I thought no one would love me
My father came around like a merry-go-round
Nigga was always in and outta town
Never knew I wore a crown
Maybe a son too you but a king to the town
Can't nobody keep me down
Cause even though I wasn't found
I never frowned
I fuckin made it in this town
The woman that broke her water like an ocean
Just for me to see I can do anything
She means the world to me
Never left me
Im through even though you aint
Ill let you rethink
Maybe I am the truth
But be real, Who are you?
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