[Verse 1: Jay Cubano] I proceed to be the illest k**ers they lurk, no father figure Forgive Father, father time has become such a bother Manhood tips from my barber, though Project hallways are a mixture of piss Poverty, and an ounce of coke My emotions don't take me over, never that Not when I'm indulged in the art of rap I sold X on the culdesac and still avoided crack Jesse's foamin' at the mouth and laid out on his back (Rest in peace) Slowly losing my focus, it's getting so hard to function No hunchin' ain't got no time, late night I'm writing the rhymes And hoping one day you'll hear it, visions become vivid Cinematic dreams start to appear, angels in the rear View vision, hear pistols, dead n***as What issue, where is you? I'm dying this the jungle ain't no lions motherf*cka In my every day appearance, yeah I'm quiet, I'm silent But just know that on the inside (what?) I'm screamin' [Hook: Jay Cubano] Screamin' (through the heartbreak and hurt Guess we live and we learn) Screamin' (through the heartbreak and hurt Guess we live and we learn) Screamin' (through the heartbreak and hurt Guess we live and we learn) Screamin' (through the heartbreak and hurt Guess we live and we learn) [Verse 2: Jay Cubano] I started pushing d** know it k**s, yet I do it
My morality is all I do is provide, they the one's that's using And ma'dukes don't know, but man I think my aunty do Cause when I'm in the trap I always see her in that Chevy coupe I'm runnin' to them cars and "oh, boy did I get lucky" Lots of options in the slums and 'Bano picked the undercover n***a bang goes the gavel, black pigment in the pen Although I knew I lost it all I still believed I'd never win Lord, forgive me for my sins and one's I'm planning to commit I plan to one day, have children I'm no ideal father figure But I'm workin' so damn hard, it'd be a shame if I fell off And boy I swear I need a job, I used to fall off in my thoughts As if the only option was to rob... King Street be the slum And once you see them train tracks ain't no use in comin' forth Go back and forth from here to juvenile detentions centers In the winter I prayed for warmth Please have mercy on the poor I'm seekin' peace in divine places All they seeing is my face, I try to pa** time And I'm failing Remedial pain attendence, in school and don't pay attention I bask in this life I'm living Never had a pot to piss in No love for me And that love remains unwanted The impoverished prodigy of Florida's slums Silver spoon remains untouched [Hook: Jay Cubano]