Loyalty or royalty
I’m stating fact in this poetry
I grow up in the struggle
where we had no other choice but to hustle.
I had to go get up and get
cause wasn’t nobody else going for me.
I got tired sitting on my bottom,
so I got up and started chasing a dollar.
I never been a yes man,
I grew up to be my own man.
My mother always told me to shoot for the stars.
Is that why she as hard on me?
She didn’t want to lose her baby to the streets this year.
Jazz when I heard about y’all, I wanted to retaliate fast
I know y’all was in the streets deeper concrete life was just moving fast.
I wish that I can rewind, I wish I can go back in time.