Make The Grade

Verse 1

Ay man I’m going through changes
I’m at the point in life that we don’t even call stages
The younger rappers rolling here, y’all suckers just aging
But I’m praying, praying I’m not the end of the laser that he be aiming
My momma gave me birth but momma I will give you life
Girl you’ll prolly be the only girl I’ll love, could never grow apart
Ay I’m a daredevil so me frustrating hell
Spitting holy verses, you could use my songs just to pray
Who got time to think what’s legal when our thoughts are fucked up?
Daily niggas getting shot, if not they’re getting cuffed up
Dirty deals keep coming and all my homies want in
Ain’t in love with the game though my heart’s sinked in it
This only the begging
Doubt if I’ll ever finish
The demons got a nigga, ain’t prayed in a minute
First step in getting healed; niggas gotta admit it
But big question is; do these niggas really mean it?
Ay do black kids always first gotta suffer while all the white boys smile everytime they cuff us?
And do black kids spend their lives chasing fathers?
Just to hear the motherfuckers say they fucken love us
But I’m through with that
I call the nigga 10 times, he ain’t ringing back
My momma told me though
I’m too fucken closed-minded, uh
Ain’t even seen it yet
Trynna be the best there is…like a quarter back
I’m leading from the front line; ain’t used to running back
I’m talking ‘bout my life here; the type of shit you cannot fax
While I keep doing rap
You niggas doing crack
Putting pieces all together, you can’t even go through that
Ay, why you mad homie?
Fronting ‘cause I’m spitting facts?
You getting kicked down, but me I fight back
You’re making hot lines, I’m making hot tracks
You niggas only walking, but me I ran these tracks
Love, Kevin