Mistakes We Have To Live With

On a collision course with the Privileged As i stay focused, determined, sticking to my diligence Coming from the streets of underprivileged kids Been poor as dirt since i was little kid But it really meant little then Didn't have a father didn't take away from my happiness Of course it added to my sorrow over the years My tears never got lost my memory sharp as a homing pigeon's is The truth hurts i wont even try to hide behind the fact that it kills Seen my youngest son born behind bars in the pen All the years selling dope cant recover them type of dividends That's my pain, it remains crystal clear We all make mistakes that we have to live with Now my daughters going on 14 summers Sort through the pain, sort through the numbers I used to live for the moment now I'm filled with a hunger Got up up to go to work today Got snowed out, got a mission in the first palce