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[Intro: Damone Tyrell]
Tryna come from a place of like, transparency and honesty. Just saying what's on my mind y'know whatever is readily available at the time. And that rhymes of course. Check!

[Verse 1: Damone Tyrell]
Finally back to a place where I'm feeling focused
Middle of January with no jacket, the coldest
It's March Madness trying to decrease sadness
Finding more comfort inside my wife, her walls padded
Same thing every year once life changes it's All-Madden
Friends disappear reappear, it's all magic
We ain't never switched between channels that's all static
Imagine a flu and you study hard that's all class sick (classic), look
It took a minute to make it here on this journey
Niggas claim fresh to death while I roll through in a gurney
Hurt, when I was putting in work you took advantage
And sandwiched your dedication between excuses and hating
And looking at every nigga like you the one they related with
I love when I rap like this, I call it Drake'n
I pour all my emotions out, my heart is vacant
They ask other niggas about me like I was faking
You gotta check for validation
Fuck your credentials, your retweets and your likes are popping
Enjoy your rental cause how long can you keep it up?
You almost over the hill but it ain't steep enough
See I was judging with no gavel
But imagine if you travel to a battle with the calvary and cattle
On a horse without a saddle
You come to realize you are living in a shadow
And tryna be unique was nothing more than a hassle, I swear

[Interlude: Damone Tyrell]
Yea. I just gotta, gotta get it all out man y'now? Check!

[Verse 2: Damone Tyrell]
I called my dad and told that nigga I needed to see him more
Having a kid is crazy but lately it's mi amor
Thinking about my momma and how she evaded drama
Selling drugs or be dead it was either that or
I take my heritage to heart but I don't know that much
Could use ancestry.com but I don't trust that stuff
I'd rather have them tell me like it is
So I can do the right thing and educate my kids
Like why my mother had to take me from my family?
She thought Atlanta would probably make a man of me
And it did but I still was a kid who felt so out of place and I still do
What doesn't make you stronger could kill you
Like why the fuck it had to be me without a father
Some niggas will fuck your momma and still don't wanna be bothered
But my dad was different
He was there like he wasn't missing
Since I'm older I know those weren't his intentions
We been through this
Too many black sons
I thought I was the only one when I was growing
Showing my ignorance and never knowing
But slowly it started to settle in
This balance was missing from little Big Wheels we peddling
From niggas dealing with crazy baby bearers
Ain't no lady scarier than one who holds your child against you for a minor issue
Instead of raising tissue you should raise a pistol
And bust a shot for every father that they raise a fist to