Verse 1 yeah i grew up where the hope thin pockets anorexic where ambition wore a hoodie and the pain got domestic life gave lessons every one was unexpected had to major in survival thats a real life elective i turned setbacks to asset thas a profit of pain had to weather every season just to pocket the rain my childhood house small but the problems were plain so now i build bigger dreams just to counter the frame been authentic never folded but i creased a few plans every goal i had to chase became a piece of new land i put my heart in every step had to sneaker through sand now im sole searching like the bottom of my feet in gods hands yeah im past due life charged fees for bein timid had to speak up just to edit how my spirit was depicted now my words carry weight yours still stick to the gimmick im heavy with the bars like im training calisthenics Hook this is manual labor learning how to be a man building morals with no blueprint had to draw it by my hands every scar another chapter every fall another plan all these lessons in my dna like they programmed who i am i grew up grew through turned the losses into land had to teach myself the things my father never really can now the boy inside me whispers but the man takes command and the truth hit harder once you finally understand Verse 2 pops ghosted guess commitment wasnt part of his subscription but i upgraded from abandonment i switched up the encryption now my boundaries got a firewall no glitchin no addiction i patched all my flaws like im runnin new editions tryna be a man in a world where emotions aint respected had to flex vulnerability that muscles unexpected i bench pressed trauma till my purpose manifested now the weight of my words got the whole room tested i turned heartbreak into art yeah that palette got layers made a canvas outta chaos now the strokes say prayers still the kid who asked god for a sign somewhere now i get checks off these lines like im writing on squares manhood aint about fighting its choosin peace when youre able its strength in the silence not just slammin a table its bein stable when your past tryna turn you unstable turnin trauma into cable now my vision got channels Hook this is manual labor learnin how to be a man buildin morals with no blueprint had to draw it by my hands every scar another chapter every fall another plan all these lessons in my dna like they programmed who i am i grew up grew through turned the losses into land had to teach myself the things my father never really can now the boy inside me whispers but the man takes command and the truth hit harder once you finally understand yeah life said grow up i said show what and we boxed now my wisdom got wings guess my past took off i learned bein a man aint the flex you toss its the strength to admit what your ego never talks boy became man no directions just scars and i still rewrote fate with the same ink from my flaws call me architect of growth turned my hurt into bars now the kid i used to be looks at me like a star
