Through My Eyes

What if I told you grandma raised me
She was blind and all
I was trappin', little rappin', schools
9 and all
Been to hell and back, couple ditches
All kinda falls fiendin' for them pills
I tried to triple that in Tylenols
Who's to question 'bout my hustle
And the way I'm eatin'?
Got a family, no job
I wake up late for meetings early morning
All Momma dishes got the razor treatment
Gotta feed the team, God
I can't afford to pay the deacons
Man, I believe in a lot of things
But I really heard them choppers scream
Daddy a man, he ain't a vest
I went and copped the thing
Sinnin' since a gremlin
Did some shit to make the doctor scream
Speakin' of my daddy, that's another story
I'd really like to call
That my mother's story
I was rippin' and Crippin'
Chillin' it wasn't for me
And I'd be lyin' if I say
He ain't do nothin' for me
Apologize if I'm talkin' 'bout me
But my fans say they wanna
Hear me talk about street
I could finish it by eight
I'd hit that block by nine
Perfect cubicles of work
We leave that office by three
Shit, shit, I got a whole beat to go
Long story short, we tryin' to see the dough
Ain't mentioned my daughter yet
You should meet her, joe
Just ‘cause you get a shot
Don't mean you make this
Shit, it's free to throw kinda smart
Won't say I wouldn't have been nothin'
But it's somethin' about the streets that
Make a nigga keep jumpin' when they call
Just ‘cause I leave won't mean I make it back
My daughter three, I mean she's smart
But try explainin' that i see it my way
And it ain't gonna change
And you would know why
If you looked through my eyes

I mean, is sinnin' really sinnin'
When the end justify the means?
Am I wrong for wantin' for me and my team?
Southward! Cops ain't really doin' shit
They just wearin' the uniforms and shit
Couple niggas dyin' every day
I mean, what else could you say?

So many things about this
Industry is misleadin'
Filled with so many feminine ways
You would think it's a Miss leadin'
From all of my time in the streets
I never got dissed for no reason
Know I'm in Slaughterhouse now
Back then I wanted them pigs bleedin'
I'm who the kids see
But I ain't a role model
Before I found the genie
He was hidin' in a coke bottle
And since you talk about your
Dad you ain't discover
When you sign you'll probably find
That most these rappers is your brothers
Who raised these niggas?
Higher learning, school daze these niggas
Since I can't let a few graze these niggas
It's one and the same
Still got every cal I bought
Child support to runnin' in labels
Beggin' them for now support
The shit just as foul as I thought
From steppin' out with weapons out
Loved ones in Heaven now
Persevered through Def Jam, through Lyor
Through Kevin Liles
Got blackballed, bounced back, y'all
Now me and Royce be on 7 Mile
Hunger of a draft pick
Even though I'm a legend now
And so I'm blind like Stevie
To the joy my son get when he see me on TV
But y'all think it's easy
I can barely walk in public, if
You was in my position, surf
Home and away games are played the same
Just on different turfs
Nobody loyal, I'm a loner
I don't have a clique to top it off
Rap money come slower than Viagra dick
Feel like all my prayers hit my
Loved ones with an asterisk
‘Cause rapper shit had me out the country
When my gram's was sick
No blog could ever let you
Know the half of it
Why the fuck niggas think I
Be on my passive shit?
So I can't decide who's the braver man
‘Cause you a slave to them streets and
I'm a slave to these fans

I see it my way and it ain't gonna change
And you would know why
If you looked through my eyes

You know what I mean?
Niggas be wantin' to switch
Places or trade places
Like shit is all good and all that
All niggas see is the cars and the hoes
See 'em in the strip club
Lil' bit of jewelry on
And think everything gravy though
I almost punched one of these sucka
Niggas in the face last night

But the hood shit don't stop
Don't stop ‘cause you ain't in it
They only think you take a nigga out the hood
You can't take the hood out a nigga
Y'all don't feel me though, young numb