[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