Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steven Malcolm
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Malcolm
Songwriter
Alain Gebara
Songwriter
Matthew Massaro
Songwriter
Ronald Simpson, Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Spade Melo
Mixing Engineer
Track Or Die
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah
At the age of twelve, momma ran away from home
Broken and alone, left to figure out this world
Cold and confused, crazy how she grew up
Spit on and abused and still able to see her kids and see love through a pure view
Me and my sis grew up pretty close
Was taught to put the family first, if they ain't blood, they the first to go
My momma met my dad, two months later they expecting
Pops like, "Nah, I ain't tryna hear from your perspective
Take these $200 while I'm at work, go take care of that"
To think now look where I'm at
To think the man that I look up to and never met
Could having destroy something real as the love that we had to this day affect me, yeah
Drop in and cop it, pops out here getting it
Pops was an immigrant choosing to not live innocent
Cops end up dropping in slapping the cuffs up on him
Last time that I seen him, I was nine years old
Looking for love and then momma turned to the alcohol
No father figure, so me, I turn to my basketball
Family torn, searching for more when
Only examples that I had was Kobe and Jordan
Spent some time in a place that really opened my eyes
Realized that because I'm black, people choose to despise
Was only twelve when it happen, almost broke me inside
Discovered some people that hate me 'cause my black side
Graduated, young and highly miseducated
A dream junkie, I honestly missed the education
Was hoop dreaming, I promise I got the elevation
And the greatness, I'm filled with ambition to make it
And now we here and it's a celebration
2010, I discovered life through a different lens
Started rapping, using music as a medicine
Even when they throwing stones at who I represent
I kept the faith despite the fake when they try to divide
Learned at a young age, only the strong gon' survive
Back in that basement when I was indie, all on my grind
Never would I image this life, it still blow my mind
I know my purpose, I'm far from perfect, I know my way
I demonstrate and lead everyday, I'm bound to be great
I take my life and put it on display all for you
And let my tunes do the talking knowing all is true
(And let my tunes do the talking knowing all is true)
Written by: Alain Gebara, Matthew Massaro, Ronald Simpson, Jr., Steven Malcolm

