Chorus:
If I leave tomorrow and everything disappears
Then I wanna make sure my message and everything else is clear: no lies.
And all I wanna say, all I wanna say is the truth.

Verse 1:
So many ups and downs, valleys and peaks.
Folks who were best friends, now they casually speak.
You can gradually see what you call a miracle could be weird to you, but it's natural for me.
I just want my parents happy for me.
Perhaps they could that rap to me wasn't a hobby, it was practically my way to escape when I was feeling trapped between what my parents taught and what was said to me by faculty in middle school.
I didn't wanna become a casualty of my environment.
Folks who were black like me selling and buyin it but not making a salary.
I'm thinking damn, what if that was me?
What if that was me?

Chorus

Verse 2:
I sit and think about life and what it's meant to be.
Breathing another day, but closer to the ending, see.
Contradictions, we living these inconsistencies.
Even I'm a hypocrite, little bit of tendencies.
Heavy drinker like I don't care about my liver - but deep down I envy Ro cuz he don't mess with liquor.
I speak the slang with the gang that I hang with,
so why do I get mad at my nephew saying the same shit?
I stand for peace, but condone carrying guns.
And love hoes, but not enough to marry one.
And ya'll can say you hate gays if you want, but when it rain, who gon' hate that rainbow when it pop up?

Chorus

Verse 3:
Cuz after the winter comes springtime.
We just bundle up in the mean time.
Cuz in these times we're trying to redefine what it really means to speak your mind.
Read the fine print, read in between the lines even if you need the time,
guaranteed you'll sleep with some piece of mind.
Stevie Wonder, I don't believe he's blind.
With so much that he see's, regular people just seem behind.
You are what you eat: you can keep the swine.
All I ask is that you please rewind.
My little niece is 8, soon enough she gon' be 9, when I see her I'm gonna teach her how to keep on her grind
Cuz we come from not ghetto, not bourgeois
Mama had to work two jobs
so she made sure growing up wasn't too hard,
so I don't try to act like I'm too hard...