Born a rebel outlaw without a care at all.
youngest motha fukka but i kept it raw.
only a selected few i kept tight in the crew.
like a bud plant. my homies, my roots.
a few locked up and been gone for awhile.
a few grown up and been blessed with a child.
no matter in the long run.
i wouldnt change sh!t homies we had fun.
no longer playing with guns, now im playing with my son.
watching him walk i see bits of myself
and realize in my life i dont need anyone else.
i want him to grow up.
have a father figure.
and not have to throw up.
gang signs with his fingers.
im gonna teach that life is rough enough as it is.
so he doesnt makes the same mistakes i did as a kid.
let him know thats going out and having fun.
doesnt mean you have to go out and start acting dumb.
and thats how im changing the system!!!
teaching my son to use his brain so they cant mess with him.
educating him in more ways then one.
so when i die i know theres something good that i passed on.
