Album cut. Probably the REALEST track you will EVER hear me on. Talk about life, my own troubles and insecurities, all that stuff you don't normally hear dudes putting out there. Listen to this to get to know me better. Kingsmen Productions on

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God bless the kid who tries living his life
The way The Lord wishes yet he's still living in strife
Been through his tests, and he's come out strong
He's greatful for the pain cuz it don't last too long
But he's no longer blind believing, his life is shit
It's piled on high, so he's pretty Sick of all this
His life is in ruins, the hand from God lifted
On his own in this world and he's feeling less gifted
More and more each day, how a man with a skill
Never gets rewarded for it cept for footing a bill?
Uh, and his friends ain't who they say that they are
Cuz he alone on his own and they running off far
He stares at the pictures of his boys deceased
Like God damn, now they got it so much better then me
So why, why he gotta keep his head so high?
He ain't got nothing to live for, I am him and he is I

I'm, I'm just trying to be me
No matter how, how hard that sh*** will be
I'm a man, a man that does try hard
But I can't, no I can't go go go on

Look at him then, see he's fifteen, rapping
Clowned on and laughed at, a fiend, trapped in
His own mind, cuz he in a new place
Not a friend to call his own so, he began to pace
Crafted his flow, so he could prove wrong
Anyone that said his color could limit the song
He was borderline crazy, drank by himself
Lashed out at others, a silent cry for help
No one came for him, on his own in the Bean
Scared and alone, ain't no place for a teen
He wanted nothin more than to go back home
He was royalty there, there's no comfort in poems
But he stayed making the songs, sharing his pain
Sheding tears on tracks, yet no one had came
So why, why he gotta keep his head so high?
He ain't got nothing to live for, I am him and he is I

I'm, I'm just trying to be me
No matter how, how hard that sh*** will be
I'm a man, a man that does try hard
But I can't, no I can't go go go on

Look at him now, he's twenty-one and age
Catching up to him quick, life turning the page
New chapter coming up, but what will he do?
Go the safe route, or follow his dreams out the blue?
See college ain't bad, sometimes it ain't for him
What he wanna do is just go and lower his brim
Take the mic, and express the thoughts
That got him through his teens, cuz the cough
Still ain't retreat, he still mourn on the beat
He's lost friends cuz he finds it hard just to keep
Close ones around him, he hates the plan
Gotta be successful or you ain't a real man
His heart tells him to take the less tread path
But he still ain't sh*** in this game of rap
So why, why he gotta keep his head so high?
He ain't got nothing to live for, I am him and he is I

I'm, I'm just trying to be me
No matter how, how hard that sh*** will be
I'm a man, a man that does try hard
But I can't, no I can't go go go on