[Common]
My first memory, my birthday on a party bus
Pops wasn´t there but that wasn´t obvious
In Mom´s arms, in God we trust
Black Mama love, everything marvelous

I didn´t know what I was missin´, part of a system
Pops is gone, Uncle in prison
Inside wishin´ for men to teach me ´bout girls and religion
Made my own rendition of grindin´ and kissin´
Weekend calls to my Dad I´d listen
Still I felt distant, distant like love
There´s only so far that words could really hug
Didn´t wanna be a thug, older niggas I banged with
I learned a lot from them cuts in the basement
The smell of blunts laced with a little bit of spice
Wise, high niggas, giving me advice
We go out and start fights, scuff up our Nikes
Come back to talk crap and shoot a little dice
This is a slice of life and memories

Sittin´ in my mind vividly, often they visit me

[BJ the Chicago Kid]
Oh baby
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da (Oh, oh)
I´m just tryna find a way to understand (I´m tryna understand)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
How do I rewind the tape and live in it? (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Stayin´ out late and playin´ in Wonderland (Ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh)
Is it in God´s plan?
I´m just tryna find my way to understand it

[Common]
Metaphors can´t explain how far I came
A young man at work, I made my own lane

Steered away from pain, relied on drive
There´s a old saying, "Don´t cry, survive"
As I kept building there were cranes in the sky
Certain memories my brain would deny
A tear laid in my eye, I was afraid to reply
To the hurt that was callin´, it came from the sky
An older play cousin, of course I trust him
But he was touchin´ where he wasn´t supposed to be touchin´
What´s a kid supposed to do?
When they goin´ through, what I was goin´ through
Don´t know who to go to
You want to tell somebody
In many ways, I failed somebody
That somebody was me
Now I´m talking to little Rasheed
Incarcerated heart, man, you gotta be free

I felt it, when I told my man I would help with
Things he was dealin´ with I really hadn´t dealt with
Emotions meltin´, I began to release it
Things you can´t change, you could come to peace with
At least get it better for the children of forever
I read the Lord´s letter, I forgive our debtors
They don´t talk about it, maybe sharing their story
Memories of home, shared pain and glory

[BJ the Chicago Kid]
Oh baby
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da (Oh, oh)
I´m just tryna find a way to understand (I´m tryna understand)

Oh, oh, oh, oh
How do I rewind the tape and live in it? (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Stayin´ out late and playin´ in Wonderland (Ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh)
Is it God´s plan?
I´m just tryna find my way to understand it

[ BJ the Chicago Kid]
Said I´m tryna understand, understand, understand, understand
Ayy-hey, oh-oh, oh