Dad left at six, i remember,
Mom is a hustler, haven't seen her since November,
Grandma raised me from a boy to a man,
God is the one who got me out the jams.

Wasted moments in life got me behind,
Now I'm playing catch up in the grind,
I didn't have to get a degree from college,
Self education is my road to knowledge.

Homeless, no house is a home,
Unless it is the house that I own,
I own nothing, not even my own soul,
Heaven as to be warm, cause down here is cold.

Thank God that I made it to twenty five,
Society said that I wouldn't make it alive,
They say stay out of the streets,
I can't because there is so many people to reach.

So if this moment should turn into my last,
Then this moment should turn into my past,
We all got to leave someday,
But my life is a reflection of today.