Lyrics
You got your own shit I'm trying to unpack mine
You have your own personal issues that I'm trying to deal with.
Had to come back home, think, and unwrap time
I had to return home to contemplate and understand the passage of time.
These photo book lyrics a picture is worth a thousand
These lyrics in the photo book convey emotions and stories that are immensely valuable.
Me and mama on the go from trailer parks to public housing
My mother and I moved around from living in trailer parks to public housing.
I'm six years old and she had finally settled down
At the age of six, my mother finally found a settled place for us to live.
In the place I grew up in let me bring you around
I want to show you the place where I grew up.
Late nights in those streets wasn't safe right
The late nights in those streets were unsafe.
My best friend was in the bottoms grateful he was raised right
My best friend grew up in a better area and I'm thankful for his upbringing.
Every interaction akin to a caged fight
Every interaction felt like being in a fight due to the difficult circumstances.
Fight flight or freeze mode the whole city hates life
The city is filled with a pervasive sense of despair and dislike for life.
From age nine I lost friends to suicide
Starting from the age of nine, I experienced the loss of friends due to suicide.
Such a small city too always had me wondering why
Living in a small city made me constantly wonder why these tragedies occurred.
The Circle City where living ain't worth a penny
The city where I lived was not seen as a place where life was valued.
Wasn't all bad there my visions was always with me
Despite the hardships, my dreams and aspirations were always present.
A kid who pierced the veil results of a living hell
As a child, I understood the harsh realities of life due to difficult experiences.
I saw through everything nobody was living well
I saw through the facade of everything, realizing nobody was truly living well.
The Melting Pot of black and white that was The Dot
The community was a blend of different races and backgrounds.
On the block or by the park that was the spot
The block and the park were significant gathering places.
The parking lot with my team that's where I first got my spark
The place where my passion for music started.
Freestyling over beats every verse was a work of art
I honed my craft by freestyling over beats, treating each verse as art.
I graduated and moved into Magic City
I graduated and moved to a city named Magic City.
But college wasn't working them lessons ain't coming with me
College wasn't fulfilling, and I couldn't carry those lessons forward.
Tip the scales just praying my lyrics sell
Hoping that my music would bring success and stability.
At the, Foreign Exchange my music there was show and tell
My music at the Foreign Exchange was a way to showcase my life experiences.
Paving the way for the city I now called home
I'm working to uplift both my current city and my hometown through my music.
Thinking of my hometown trying to put both of them on
A reflection on my roots while striving to elevate both places.
Land of the homegrown southern bred corn fed
A description of the culture and upbringing of the Southern region.
These memories I keep of home feel sweeter than cornbread
Memories of home are cherished and feel more comforting than anything.
Making my way through this photo book in my music
My music serves as a journey through my past captured in a photo book.
Use my life as relief for the fans that be going through it
I use my own life experiences in my music to provide solace to my fans who face similar challenges.
Land of the homegrown southern bred corn fed
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These memories I keep of home feel sweeter than cornbread
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When we look back on this memoir
Reflecting on these experiences as if writing a memoir.
I hope my life is good enough
I hope my life is substantial enough to be remembered favorably.
The times I had are all I have
The experiences I've had are all I possess.
These songs I sing can make it last
My songs have the power to immortalize these moments.
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