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He was burn to a world of pain.
Left on a doorstep out in the rain.
The first of 7 kids starving in the hood.
He never met his dad and his mom was no good.
The neighborhood swallowed up many soul.
Itâs hard growing old in a world so cold
But the world keeps turning.
The smart keep learning the strong survive and hit the ground running.
Woah, Another survivor from the bowels of the ghetto.
I didnât know he barely made it alive.
Thatâs why he said âSon, we gotta get out of here, thereâs no smile in the ghettoâ.
He only wanted to give my family a life. thatâs my father.
His mother married a child molester.
Told me I was a son of a bitch.
He brought an whole new level of fear.
Drugs and rape and shit you donât wanna know.
So He grew up fighting everyday.
A futile attempt to protect his family.
My dadâs a rock and I know why. I never saw him break and I never saw him cry.
Woah Another survivor from the bowels of the ghetto.
I didnât know he barely made it alive.
Thatâs why he said âSon, we gotta get out of here, thereâs no smile in the ghettoâ.
He only wanted to give my family a life. thatâs my father.
What more could I want to be than a man who would die for his family