Yeah… It started before I could speak, Before I even understood the weight of my name. But life had plans — and I had to grow up fast. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Philly Days] I was just a baby boy when they brought me to the States, Hit the cold of Philly with the fate on my face. Started off in private school, shirt tucked, in real neat, But the streets had a rhythm — and I danced to the beat. Morrison Elementary, that’s where it all flipped, Turned a pencil to a weapon, let it fly from the tip. Hit a kid in the eye — thought I’d be real slick, Next thing I know, I’m out in Sullivan, shit. Started skipping school, just being a kid, With Mexican, Phillipino and Puerto Rican kids Scheming, always in trouble, we were legends all day, Got caught, it’s all good, I’d do it all the same way. Pops was a preacher — you know he gave my azz the belt, Taught about the fire, and consequences felt. But through the pain, I learned what matters the most, Family, God, and mind all the words you spoke. ⸻ [Chorus – Melodic Hook Over Mexican, Cuban/Haitian Rhythm] [1 or 2x if it fits] The streets made me, the struggle shaped me, Even when the chaos tried to break me. Wore my scars like medals, never played it safe, Now I walk free, wit no chains in faith. ⸻ [Verse 2 ] We left the cold behind, headed down to the sun, Pops found a pulpit, a new life begun. MLK Elementary, an all Black hood, But I didn’t come from there, I never fully understood. Lived around Cubans, Mexicans, a few white dudes, Different faces, different food, very different point of views. I soaked up the music, the flavors and slang, Had guitars and some drums and had some weight on my name. A choir boy with a dark side, that’s a dual life Praising God in the day, and moving weight at night. I shouldn’t have, but yeah I did — they say the streets was real But my fam kept me from the need to bleed and kill. ⸻ [Chorus – Full Arrangement] The streets made me, the struggle shaped me, Even when the chaos tried to break me. Wore my scars like medals, never played it safe, Now I walk free, wit no chains in faith. ⸻ [Bridge – Sung Over Stripped Down Guitar & Horns] My babygirl saved me from a reckless time Layoffs to Layoffs and almost out of my mind Was stressing… But now I’m focused, see? Payoffs on the horizon, it’s my destiny.. ⸻ [Final Verse – Legacy] Now I’m building a legacy that don’t come from the trap, Every day I wake up, I know I can’t go back. From rubber bands to baby hands, From trouble streets to becoming a man. This ain’t just music, this my soul in a verse, A prayer from the kid I was, tryna reverse this curse. You listening? I’m riding on faith street No rearview mirror in the whip The devil can’t face me. I’m sayin….. ⸻ [Final Chorus – Big Harmony & Fade] The streets made me, the struggle shaped me, Even when the chaos tried to break me. Wore my scars like medals, never played it safe, Now I walk free, wit no chains in faith. ⸻ [Outro – Whispered/Spoken] I ain’t a perfect man, but I’m better than I was. And I thank God every day… for giving me one more chance. This is my story… and it’s just beginning
