I bop my head to these rap lyrics as I reminisce on the hard times
How I came a long way and now the world has become mine
How I can relate so much to these harsh narratives and struggles
The things I kept secret and too ashame to share with others
See to you my son you don’t see the relation
I made sure these lyrics in these verses, and you had no relation
It took sometime but by the time you noticed much was fixed
With much trial and error I filled what was left in life's dent
The dent that the absence and neglect my past had made so obvious
I stopped making excuses and worked on the woman I started to be
These lyrics I hear as I see you grin in a way as if it is not possible
When the first of the month helped my mother overcome some of life's obstacles
It’s just your brother and you lucky two
It was my two brothers and sister before twenty two
Hard times came more than happier times but we made do with what we had
Holidays seem short because they all ended quite bad
Birthdays I can only remember a few
But I hope these words have no correlation with your life whenever you listen to a tone
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 2:34 PM UTC
I bop my head to these rap lyrics as I reminisce on the hard times
How I came a long way and now the world has become mine
How I can relate so much to these harsh narratives and struggles
The things I kept secret and too ashame to share with others
See to you my son you don’t see the relation
I made sure these lyrics in these verses, and you had no relation
It took sometime but by the time you noticed much was fixed
With much trial and error I filled what was left in life's dent
The dent that the absence and neglect my past had made so obvious
I stopped making excuses and worked on the woman I started to be
These lyrics I hear as I see you grin in a way as if it is not possible
When the first of the month helped my mother overcome some of life's obstacles
It’s just your brother and you lucky two
It was my two brothers and sister before twenty two
Hard times came more than happier times but we made do with what we had
Holidays seem short because they all ended quite bad
Birthdays I can only remember a few
But I hope these words have no correlation with your life whenever you listen to a tone
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