Lyrics
He was growing up to be a real good man, he had his life in the palm of his hand
They loved on him, he was something more, he had that thing we don't dare to dream for
He was growing up to be a real good man, he had his life in the palm of his hand
They loved on him, he had all he could want for, but of course people always gonna want more
His very essence lit up the place, he looks in the mirror at his handsome face
He's so lonely inside, he doesn't know why, who can he confide in
He only wants to be a great man, though he feels lost like a grain of sand
So lonely inside, he doesn't know why
Who is he reminded of, his father and the smile generated from his lips so innocent
Memories of years gone by, people loved him he was fly
His mother knew that he was special, the gods had truly blessed him
What would be his destiny, he only wanted to be free
Some grow old there some get out and some live a life we only dream about
On the news, so sadly on the TV, all those people judging easily
Damn rights I like the life that I live, Damn rights I'm sad and I give
My life to the beat to the streets, I won't wake up from shattered dreams
This friend goes downhill from here, needs a pill for sex appeal
Needy nose on a line getting high from the greed, any one of us could yet have that need
Far away from reality he would roam, he would try with all his might
He would cry in vain to the sky, wishing he could just get
High, poke a needle in his arm, High, pretend he is free from harm
High, like a fist in the air when he fights, so high, he's gonna scream with all his might
High from the weed smoke in his lung, high from the junk in his vein so young
High from the many women in his bed, so high from this earth, wish he was dead
How to begin, his life had been excess, it oppressed him, it lessened him
He wanted it all, broke down his wall, started a new life,
Though one still rife with challenge, achieving balance, he's now a phoenix, life a remix
Learning to love the man that he is, learning to love all he has to give
Learning that he doesn't have to hide his anger confusion deep inside
He was growing up to be a real good man, he had his life in the palm of his hand
They loved on him, he was something more, he had that thing, he had the right to dream for it
Some grow old there, he got out and he lived a life we only dream about
On the news, so sadly on the TV, all those people judging easily
Damn rights I like the life that I live, damn rights I'm sad and I give
My life to the beauty of me, my shattered dreams have set me free
