I came into existence the 12th of February.
Blessed, guess it was hereditary.
Both tryin to be something,
Literally came with nothing,
My parents heard the negativity,
... But thought none of it.
My mother was so strong.
Though she was faced with doom.
She grit her teeth and pulled through,
And held me deeply in her womb.
My father persevered, shed tears and blood and sweat,
Yet if I ask him now, I know there's nothing he regrets.
So bless their hearts and souls, because everything's ok.
They're the reason that I'm standing here today.