605 that’s the block that I grew on

From broke phones cold lunch food stamps and coupons

And new problems everytime you turned the news on

From cruel long summers cause rude cops lose it

A new wish to move was useless less you’d do it and try to move on but use was the influence like music use to be banging who dropped a new song escaping the hood or else you put the noose on and hang

Day by day we just played

Never really came up from banging with any gangs, but I prayed

Hoping the next day we ate and our bills got payed so momma would keep a place it was me and my sisters my momma was never late

My dad left one day before even seeing my face but it’s okay

Cause most the time people left anyway

At some point of time it started to regulate

I never got to say goodbye to who ever I lost

Learned to give flowers to people who have a cost In the moment

Doesn’t mean throw anyone a toss

But I notice some of the people will never flop

Then my mom starts crying

Cause the guys aren’t trying

Then our dogs start dying

Every day

But then my heart starts prying

Then these songs start frying

In my mind so maybe there’s a way to stay on solid ground

Maybe there’s a way to stay on solid ground

(Maybe there’s a way to stay on) solid ground

Maybe there’s a way to stay on solid ground

Maybe there’s a way to stay on

I use to wanna be a gangsta

Until my brother got popped

I use to wanna be street dealer

But figured I would get mopped

I use wanna be the cat with backpack

Full of hats working on the block

I never thought I’d be a rapper

Until, I saw I had on lock

I grew up in the field times was rough I thought I’d never prevail and all I ever did was fail when times was getting real momma struggling I had to money but with out smuggling and ducking on the cops when they bussing and I smell

When I pulled to the vill of kids I wanted to kill cause the pressure had me hotter than barbecuing the grill down in hell my only option was running up to the bell when the bottles hitting im getting nothing but fucking Ls

So I sail my own boat In hopes to get away

I hope and I pray there’s way to cope with the pain

Even though I lost note of Wich way is the way

I’m going to Which doors open to make way for me to Stop y’all’s starts crying

Cause I’m all bout trying

I don’t want y’all dying

Every day

But then my heart starts prying

Then these songs start frying

In my mind so maybe there’s the way to stay on solid ground

Maybe there’s the way to stay on solid ground

(Maybe there’s a way to stay on) solid ground

Maybe there’s a way to stay on solid ground

Maybe there’s a way to stay on