Produced By andrewwilson & Mixed By A-10

Back when my when momma told me not to grow up I told her I gotta be a man, if my loved ones needed a helping hand like captain hook off of peter pan, i'd
be there to see em stand on they own two, like a monument monetarily prosperin aint the same as a positive livin experience though, gotta take what they offerin, chasin dreams is a option and it can land you in a hammock or land you in a land where noones handin you money or food, you scramblin, fo' a piece of the pie, pickin crumbs from the bakers thumb, cuz niggas aint make you none, eat or starve in the streets, you know a closed mouth dont get dough, but you gotta feel the heat befo yo bread rise, it lies in the yeast, and so i opened mines spit a bit of flame in the underground and you just might blow man the games like a coal mine, you takin shots i hold mine in the chamber until the scopes lined with, all i ever dreamed of fuck a benz and a beamer, need the chance to fund a family off the talent that i was handed, a gotdamn desk job's what the second plan is, only way that way of life wont make me thank to take my life is if i have some knuckleheads coupled up with a faithful wife, its one girl I talk about it with each and every now and then, gotta give it a couple years til i see if she down with it, shit if magazines and tv is the level i get to, she might be the only one i can trust and commit to, maybe i'm a dreamer, nah, im more of a logical thinker, i know the chance is slim but i gotta believe for me, god i wonder what you seen in me, cuz hours after i wrote that i seen what the dream could be, fuckin horrid becuz the girl i spoke of before is most likely only seeing friendship in the future for us, and i dont connect easily, rarely i get to meet em even rarer i get the feelin its somethin between us, and labels is fuckin shady rappers aint fuckin cakin, i do it all for the love but love gon feed a crying baby? Is love gon get me a burger when i aint ate b? even now the love cant keep a smile on my face b, so what im left with? Goals of love and a family but noone to mesh with, goals of being a artist when only garbage is poppin off and even then you barely get the checks, and that thought just changed my dreams to a death wish, and here we are you wrote this in ya happy home, but you 18 today gotta get out and move along, schhh fresh off a ruined plan for ya life too kid, i feel ya pain but you'll get used to it