I’m just trying to live, right way
Just telling my story, my life, my, my way
I’m just trying to live, right way
Just telling my story, my life, my, my way

Since I could remember I never really had too much to boast about
Pops was a feigning attic who always had his emotions out
Methamphetamine's had his mind twisted up
He could give 2 fucks about his children growing up
But then before that, the man seemed to drown in his sorrows
The liquor bottles, dreams of taking back tomorrow
Consumed by the clouds the darkness that prowled
Situations that seemed to always put him down
So in reaction he reacted in cold fashion
Bruisen kins mind body and soul is the action
Living in fear for years the wrath of this man
The uncalculated ways that he carried out his plan
Confusion and the act of love was an illusion
You crossed the crooked man and your breath is what you’re loosen
An insert to a chapter of my adolescents
So take a lesson as I step in the intersection

I’m just trying to live, right way
Just telling my story, my life, my, my way
I’m just trying to live, right way
Just telling my story, my life, my, my way

First off, I want to say I love my moms
But growing up was rough and rugged while she was gone
Childhood days was blacked and pushed away
He gave me life but innocence was plagued and decayed
You can say that sounds a little drastic
But pops raised men not little boys who sit cower
That rage that I keep from my younger days
Intertwines with my nows and my yesterdays
Daily regiments of physical brutality
I’m 20 plus and it’s hard to let my mind free
You can say I pushed away the good times
But it’s the hard times that penetrate my mind
A motto from the man to his youth
Do as he say but not as he do
To him those explained the facts of life
A blueprint or a path of the wrongs and rights

I’m just trying to live, right way
Just telling my story, my life, my, my way
I’m just trying to live, right way
Just telling my story, my life, my, my way

I sit up at night and I stare in the mirror
Contemplating about becoming what I feared?
I look in my daughters eyes and I could never do that
See I could never do what he did or even think that
The cool breeze sways aside in her short hair
Her eyes glisten from the sun light and the spring air
When she grins, I can see my moms
And when we hug they’re both in my arms
If she ever looked down I know that she would smile
Proud of her son and her grand child
I look back and wished that she had saved me
But my crazy childhood is what made me
I don’t hate my pops for the things that he did
He didn’t know better and for that I forgive
I’m older now with my own child
It’s hard times before that help me grow now

I’m just trying to live, right way
Just telling my story, my life, my, my way
I’m just trying to live, right way
Just telling my story, my life, my, my way