Kev Paris - Holding On Lyrics

My pops came from Africa back in 84
14 hr flight and he landed in New York
Or should I say the Bronx yo I gotta be specific
Come on take a journey
You'll be wise if you listen
Lemme start with his position he was out pumpin' gas
In Soundview where all of the hookers be selling ass
Right across the street drug dealers be selling crack
He was working night shifts no chance of taking naps
Saved up enough cash brought my mom fast
Every other check they would send it to the fam
He went to school graduated NYU so astounding
Gotta better job in accounting
My parents did they best they was raising 3 kids
They kept it real strict it wasn't safe where we lived
They were so caught up on money
Being crazy rich
I wish they took some time out for a relationship
They never knew about my likes and dislikes
Struggles with street life me throwing up signs and fist fights
All the foul shit I did I can't mention
I just wanted conversation and affection

You know the feeling when you young you kinda restless
Ya response to everything in life is eff this
Got bigger became bitter id resent shit
And if you saw me smiling I was just pretending
I had a hit the reset mark on my heart and got a fresh start
Keepin' it real being depressed was best part
Just dreaming of mils big houses n credit cards
I could see it for real I'm about a be livin' large
So all that thug shit I did I had a leave it out
The only mission on my mind is making money by the legal route