Sunday Morning Testimonial

[Verse 1] No friends, selective family All for the goal of collecting Grammys Plenty of stress, a mess I can't see Blessed to stand, I won't accept the plan B Or am I left to take a breath as a man? Mom wasn't happy, didn't respect my damn dreams So what, I made lots of new shit? She'd rather me stop and do gospel music But in my defense, your honor I couldn't vent in the midst of playing shit behind bishop honor Traded my organ days in for more days Of more pain but in more ways I'm patient My saving grace was a instrumental tape In which I'd break my pencil tip to say shit Though I do get offended with hate shit I made it, now you can't say shit [Hook] Can't nobody make you a man or a woman So you always gotta do what you can And if you get tired and you don't understand, just keep in mind (Hip-hop has saved my life) Maybe you can make it alive, till then Just pray that you'll be safe through the night Just be real with your heart inside, look in my eyes (Hip-hop has saved my life) [Verse 2] Two black eyes, broken nose Jumped going home, wishing I was holding chrome Close to overdose from poking holes in my flesh Nowhere close to home Don't you know that in a city where the streets are nowhere close to gold I would roam, perfecting my 'I'm just joking' flow So I don't care what you rappers tell me I had some help from Marshall Mathers LP A little bit of Pac, and of course Rak And the Roc man, "Oh, Jay's shit? God damn" To be the best in the mess I was presented I played DMX and the stress would get diminished Big L died before his time But he could understand the afterlife more than I So I rhyme to keep sane, Believe that Thanks to Andre Young, and 3 stacks [Hook] [Verse 3] When 'Ye hit the scene, I was excited Finally, someone spits the shit that I spit Sometimes, I feel he only spits shit that I get For my approval, like, "Here Charles, do you like it?" As far as Wasalu, I salute Do what you gotta do, Mohammad's watching you But sometimes I gotta fit in, so I get reckless 'Cuz reckless shit is all that gets respected So to the kids crying, wishing they was dying You ain't gotta be like them to get where I am I keep looking down with a smile As the best thing coming from H-town in awhile Please don't give up, I almost died chasing this dream with my angry 16s The age of 16, the grave had missed me So I swear on it all, I'm making history [Hook x2]