I've been searching for a better me
First before I find
The answer that is clearly in my face
I must address
The facts
I am the product
Of any parental figures in my life
I was always told
I have three options
A better life, dead, or in jail
Born into sin
My mother never married my father
Raised in hell
Hopping from place to place
Never staying long enough
To call a place home
All male figures in my life
High school drop outs
Sold drugs
In and out the streets
See. I. Am. A. Product.
I'LL NEVER BECOME WHAT I SAW
You'll never be able to write me off
As just another nigga
You'll never be able to look
Into my eyes
N' see where I grew up
I will not be them
I refuse
I've been searching for a better me
Flipping through my pages...
You'll never see
The darkness
That I see
You'll never
Be who I be
Because I am the product
Of my environment
