about time

don’t tell me that you wouldn’t do the same (‘cause you would)
if you had a chance to make a name
if you saw the beauty in the pain
imma tryna make a little money for my people who remain
and still, i take the blame
for everything that we did
my mother said you shouldn’t **** where you live
and here i am
i take another **** in my crib
say another ******* thing i know you couldn’t forgive
they said my son needs a father
not a rapper, can i give him what he’s after
i shrug
i couldn’t give a response
yo for my son i do whatever she wants
you could consider me gone
and i consider me strong
but i could never move on
yo i just sit here and right my wrongs
the only way i get to write these songs