Man we come from poverty we don't have a thing.

umm k also why did you even write this?

Explanation:

I feel you.

Growing up with nothing trying to raise to the top.

Feel like I can make it but deep down that statement feels exaggerated.

Treat me like a child, expect me to act like an adult?

Encrusted with lies, covered with smoke.

Drugs burning all inside the house, as the cops burst in.

Now I'm searching for a path on my walk with God.

Feel like the devil is close on my tail though.

But maybe I can make it to the top.

Hopefully right on time.