Man Above (Feat. Tracey Horton)

The man above been talking to me

He said he understands my view

He's always walking with me

Cause he sees what I've been through

When the world starts kicking me around

All in my face, make me want to put 'em down

Trying to earn, trying to learn, trying to love like a man

Sometimes it feels like it's out of my hands-

I'm from the hood that's forever sinning

Where life is took for granted here so death is winning

Nothing but blues around, feels like we're losing out

Times that spent in this environment confuse a child

As a juvenile I ran wild I ran out of blessings

Been in and out of prison as an adolescent

My goal was getting it, til something said to turn my life around

Redirect my hustle, and go legitimate

Til I get corporate and invest fortunes

With exec bosses sitting behind a desk at the office

I'm left jobless, nobody hiring ex-convicts

That don't mean I'm less conscious

It's so hard when they close doors

And when you looking like a so-called hip hoppa you get nada

Stereotyped, scarred for life stigmata

But still a kid's gotta get a dolla

I tackle choices every day that's hopeless

I hear a voice saying "stay focused"

Fast money, cars, and broads will mislead you

Love backwards here is evol but it's legal

Multi-task I make a fortune faster

Keep rhymin til I'm climbing up the corporate ladder

In my community, you've gotta go out of your way if you're out to get paid

Than back up and wait for opportunity

I try not to blame society

I eat my pride cause I know deep inside it's me

But not entirely, when a man try to live righteously

And propriety turn to anxiety

I thought I paid back the system when I stayed in prison

Left the stripes, see what success is like

But the way they set the price

You spent your childhood in the wild hood

You're in debt for life

I figured out what was talking with me

When I do right I feel him walking with me

So I'm adamant, some call it arrogance

I can cope it cause I know I'm broke for having sense

But my back's against the wall, it's getting rough to get a buck

In a job with a minimum wage won't get enough

Faced with giving up, and my lady friend's beefing,

Ends ain't meeting, we just an argument away from splitting up

It gets lonely, my fam disowned me

Called me the black sheep cause I act street

Yea it's that deep, I tried to change clicks

Homies flipped on me cause I don't hang; we have beef

But I'm at peace so that cease, at least

I ain't got no ties on my Porsche ride

And no time for no crime, knowing that the most high

Is watching with a close eye

They say I'm from the hood

That mean I'm no good