[Intro:]
Feel confident be $$#ertive


[Verse 1:]
I'd be lying if I didn't claim the district
I live where you heard about where you only paid a visit

^!$$%s got murdered outside of the crib and insisting
We trapped in
Got ^!$$%s who came home going back in

It was boom bap boom bap in the back of the classrooms
Cutting up in school the ^!$$%s moved
Packs for a few stacks and it was $#&@ school

^!$$%s showed up at noon boys finish old Q was in prison
The job call was the alternative for the vicious
Jobs more ^!$$%s ain't want

As we was flippin
And mama got 3 jobs still got evicted
After that it was move pack move pack

Evicted a couple times lost my prom pics
Even my first raps I wrote 'em
In chicken scratch love letter for my exes

I still miss lost everything in life
And had to start all over
Had to cope with the pain now I cant stay sober

Want the old me back cant remember yesterday
Gotta pray for tomorrow stay away from the bottles
And the bathroom pick chicks thinking they models

And these fake friends will be the first to say I got you
The hood spokesman ^!$$% ghetto Apostle
I leave away from my shadow but my heart will follow


[Hook:]
Finding my way finding my way

Im just finding my way finding my way

[Verse 2:]

Sense of direction lost god my soul need MapQuest
We off the road we 'posed to be on
Supposed to be beyond this world

But get your Mussolini on the battle of the soul
Between the right and wrong what you on?
A false sense of direction what you are is on the journey keep steppin

I keep my shoes tied and my eyes wide
Add yeast Im tryna rise like bread rise
Track me who gonna run it bet your legs tired?

You ^!$$%s never in the hood like a spare tire
Cant speak for the cold hearted we here fire
And see bull%#@! from a mile away

Is getting hard more put the fire to the jay
Said they wasnt lost they was lying
In our $#&@ing face face america gave us a dream

What the $#&@ do we chase?
^!$$% it aint in the green money dont come with the safe
Life is a force and decision is the path

With the snakes in the grass who wanna see a leg
Behind I speak to the one who controls time
Still blind with 40-40 vision up in my eyes

My grind got me this far still dont know where Im going
And I may not be here when this %#@!s soaks in
My times not here Im away for the moment

Till then we move forward on faith not know going

[Hook] x2