It's a struggle for every young Black man. You know how it is, only God can judge us.
It makes me unhappy when brothers make babies and leave a young mother to be a pappy.
I don't see myself being special; I just see myself having more responsibilities than the next man. People look to me to do things for them, to have answers.
Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.
Dont blame me, I was given this world, I didn't make it.
Can you picture my prophecy?