Lyrics:

[Verse 1] I'ma take you back to day one, livin in this New York slum It's deaf to the dumb, only break bread with some Moms left at 15, had no American dreams To this day, I'm sellin to my cousin who's a fiend No one would got me but my older brother Little did we know the dirt we did fell back on my mother But didn't care back then, that's why she left like that Now my parents became the street, and it's best like that [Verse 2] Some nights I pray to God and ask him to pull my cord Cuz times is hard like the opposite street'll leave you scarred Street wise with no respect for authority and shit A chronic hustler of crack, a typical bitch Raised by madu who strung out on a glass dick But every now and then I blessed her with a hit So she don't have to trick It's prevalent amongst kids today Hustle krills, stack dough, and everything's okay HOOK It's the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation (I gotta live) It's the emancipation proclamation under the self devised guidelines of self preservation and starvation (and I gotta live) [Verse 3] My life in this world wasn't about diamonds and pearls It was rough growin up around the boys and girls After daddy left, shit was a mess, momma stressed But I give her an award, cuz damn she tried her best Holdin down the household, barely had money to fold Christmas time, cherished our little shit like gold I can't front, daddy was still there for me, cared for me But him and mommy breakin up was like a nightmare to me [Verse 4] Yo this is for the younger fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers Success is nothin if it aint if it was with the others