[Verse 1:]
Hit the play button, got a chance to say something
The pen to the page touching like a paint brushing

Carriages, baby daddies, but we ain't husbands
Marriage is in the future, but we ain't rushing
It's a design we began that's defining a man

Money, women, fights, spending time in the can
A father only shows a boy how to become a man
Not true, single parents showed a mother can

Stepdad tried to show your mom his raising abilities
Was rent free, now she want paying utilities
Your responsibilities was grades, babysitting, no work

Just keeping from those convict facilities
It's cool that, once you were the man of the house
But when your mom finds a man then you should plan to be out

And I don't want to be a failure neither
Coming to jail to see us, reading mail, using mail to free us
Finally Ma, I did it, my music's coming

Tell you everything so you know that I'm doing something
See the shame in my face when I ask you for money
So embarrassed almost had Khadijah asking you for me

Wanna be a man, but I know my pride will kill me
I'm your son, so if I didn't aks you'd find it silly
In my memory my worst day is

Asking you for money so I can go and buy your birthday gift

[Chorus:]

Probably didn't think I'd make it but I survived
Standing looking at the sky as time would fly
And you knew I'd be a man when I decide

Surprise Surprise, Surprise Surprise
Probably didn't think I'd make it but I survived
Standing looking at the sky as time would fly

Everything's good 'cause you stood by my side
Surprise Surprise, Surprise Surprise


Wave your hands side to side [x8]

[Verse 2:]

Superficial, showing off for the group that's with you
Artificial, yes man in your crew makes you official
And ladies jump in your car, cruising the city

Picking guys how they look so that their children are pretty
Midguided, but inspired, from our hoods came songs
Buying things to the make up for a childhood that's gone

Better days now steps away, close to the edge
Went through enough, but it's tough, rougher roads are ahead
Pledge to good health, long life, we toast and break bread

Cause we made it past the age we were supposed to be dead
Fabric of life, what I compose is a thread
Poems I've said go beyond violets blue and roses are red

When gone they'll have a monumental stone of a throne
Sculpted of me, chin in my hand, holding my head
The lessons written in these rhymes, like a blessing in disguise

The fittest survive and real recognice likewise

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