Why am I fighting to live, If I am just living to fight Why am I trying to see. When there aint nothing in sight Why am I trying to give, When no one gives me a try Why am I dying to live, If I am just living to die?

No one knows my Struggle, they only see the Trouble. Not knowing it's hard to carry on when, No one loves you.

My mother taught me three things: respect, knowledge, search for knowledge. It's an eternal journey.

Even as a little seed, I could see his plan for me. Stranded on welfare, another broken family.

Oh Lord, help me change my ways, Show a litlle mercy on judgement day, It aint me I was raised this way, Never let em' play me for a busta, Makin' hell for a huslter.

I feel like role models today are not meant to be put on a pedestal. But more like angels with broken wings.

I'm 23 years old. I might just be my mother's child, but in all reality, I'm everybody's child. Nobody raised me; I was raised in this society.