Yeah, travel deep inside You see they think they know it all about you, trials and tribulations Sometimes when close to the edge, I tend to lack a lot of patience Breaking out in cold sweat, dreaming bout my family as patients Nightmares wake me up, so I'm down on my knees and praying You see this world gets rough, my family raised me up tough I ain't lost much, so I'm thankful I'm still claiming my luck Bad news be all around me and I swear I'm feeling terrible Why am I tripping? If I'm good, well here go the scenario You got your friends falling quickly, family health is scary, bro You wanna speed up the process of being heard on the stereo? Cause you told them you would make it, and right now I hope it's true Cause if I don't before they gone, then my world be feeling blue You think you know why I be sad, but you don't really have a clue Feeling like the best out, but I haven't won a shoot I try to keep my composure, I just got a year old The time is flying by, so death is only a second here closer I worry all the time, and I start to write for some closure I'm trying to ball like Ginobili till the day that it's over Most used emojis are heart and it's followed up by a clover Cause you need love, and you know you need that luck Too many people got them burners and they keeping them tucked I pray to God that when I'm out, that I don't get touched These schools shooting scary too, pray for my sister at lunch Seem like the world has got it out for me And all I got is one wish, do you know alchemy? And all I want is for people not to be doubting me And pray the dream I have don't lead to me on the balcony Cause see, you see I'm trying to make it out my city Crazy getting dirty, couple homies in the ground They got pounded with that 30, I see my parents stressing Teaching lessons out of worry, the wrong crowd can have you see in depth Good fats in a hurry, and growing through the struggle Honestly I can't relate, I ain't never win a day Without some food to hit my plate, but it's a struggle Trying to grow when you inside this world of hate Black men, life change, seen family meet they fate Started young, yeah I lost my Uncle Boo when I was 8 It was tough, I knew the time would come, I hoped that it could wait Missed a game on that date, never got to get on base Never slid across my plate, all I ever did was pray So to all my fake friends and the haters I can say Y'all are nothing to me now, you couldn't get the time of day Just another lost dog looking sorta like a stray That's learning who to trust while he trying to find his way real tall And they don't feel me dawg Word up Chris Q, play that beat again