[Verse 1] I got here back in ninetythree with my family, son Abandoned my famish place of birth for this lovely one And even though we were still poor, it was milestones Ive had at the rural lands we left in that timezone The son of two Mexican coffee growers who did all that they could to push this family forward From my mom, taking care of kids that werent hers To scrubbing up toilets to put money in her purse And I used to go to work with her cos I was able to watch my favorite cartoon shows cos they had cable A happy little kid, unaware of the situation cos his mom did a great job of hiding the frustration And my pops, still works construction to this day Dry wall and brick laying, my boy, there aint no shame But sometimes due to the weather, my pops couldnt get paid cos he couldnt go to work on those cloudy days that it rained Lets go [Verse 2] And even though, I grew up poor humble roots I was blessed by a mother that no money could afford And at times my mom was jobless, but still she found a way Making tamales and selling them on Irolo and 8th I was mad at the world, always felt like it owed me something Cos the resources available to me were close to nothing I spent most of my childhood and teenage years playing catch up with the cognitive abilities sorting short in the classroom Better off kids with no distractions and I thought if I had what they had Id reach satisfaction Always felt like my environment was lacking some essential Nurturing required for me to reach my potential Little kid lost in life, lacking clarity til hiphop came along and it gave me an identity Vividly, wrote down the stories that I was living, G Imagery, the writer and this pen worked in symphony
co, lacking, irolo, mom, kid