"The Pursuit" is a very uplifting song. It gives a lot of insight into my past.
Youthful soul/hip-hop...
Frontline Productions is a record label ran out of my dorm room at Savannah State University. I, Young Child, handle 99 percent of the production. The other 1 percent is handled by outside producers for my other artists. Frontline's artists include Young Child (myself), Big Nick, and Suave Calione. The music you'll be hearing though, is that of myself, Young Child.
Story behind the song
"The Pursuit" was written in commemoration of my rises and my falls from grace.
Lyrics
It’s the moment of truth, where we looking for freedom
Now put your hands up, put ‘em where we can see ‘em
From the days where we were thinking major schemes up
It’s the pursuit of everything we’ve ever dreamed of
I used to be the smartest kid in the school
Played nice with the kids, never broke any rules
Used to love writing in cursive and creating sentences
But now I’m grown, I done lost all my innocence
She was a friend of mine, way back when
I was playing little league, young junior captain
I used to go show her everything my mom would buy me
But now she with the other guy living so grimy
When I got into the first grade
Shoulder blades healing up from the last year’s first aid
Broke my collarbone, yeah, I remember that
Valentine’s Day cards and I would send her that
One box of chocolates that would change her day
And take all of the unhappiness and pain away
From the days we all struggled, but we made a way
It’s all good now, brother, we done changed our ways from back in the days…
Used to be so unsure about myself until when
I got a new start with the confidence built in
I had to graduate and get away to feel free
Cause I never felt like this city would feel me
So now I’m takin’ trips back and forth to Savannah
In college, tryna build up my book knowledge
A reformed scholar, easier said than done
What can I say? I’m just tryna have fun
I’m tryna find love in all the wrong places
Looking at features, never lookin’ at faces
Tryna get right, but veering way wide left
Running away and not takin’ any breaths
In the land of big dreams, look at the rise of the sun
Never lived by the gun, but I’ll die by the gun
In a blaze of glory for respect and the loot
I won’t shoot, but I’ll parish in this lifelong pursuit for the doe
Picture me rollin’ in a Lac truck sittin’ on them grown men
Big dreams, for those wishes, I been hopin’
Lady luck would get right and look my way
Grant my happiness until I reach my dying day
My position in hip-hop, we with the Frontline
Spit knowledge and pepper spray lyrics with punch lines
Just let one exec see me, I need one time
To let ‘em know I’m here to eat like its lunchtime
I’m determined to get my family out these hardships
And prevail no matter how against us the odds get
I’ma blow the spot quick and shoot to superstardom
Winning the game, I guess you can me Super Mari-O!
So next time you see me, you’ll know
I’m on a one-way train to being the greatest show
On the face of this Earth, but I ain’t a beginner
Just call me the spit-kicker slash soul defender, yeah!
