GOLDEN CHILD Lyrics

They told me I'm the

Golden child

The one that gotta make it

The one that gotta find a way so we can break this

Generational curse that's been put down on us

The generational hurt that sprinkled down on us

What you know bout being broke but having big dreams

Having hope and aspirations for the finer things

Like fancy cars, big houses wit your name on it

A bunch of chains around your neck the diamonds hang on it

Had my head in the clouds for a minute

Reality started to settle in it

I started forgetting the way I'm living

Because it's fucked and I'll be the first to admit it, I…

I ain't had money when I was growing up

And I ain't get no toys and all that little stuff

Holidays and birthdays was a little rough

I got parents that wasn't born here their life was tough

They ain't had no Santa Claus ain't no merry Christmas

They was growing up in wars where they would kill the children

They done seen a lot of shit that'd leave you traumatized

But through the darkness wire man they found the light and kept it bright

I can't really hate what they provided for us

I know it ain't much of what I hoped for

But I think it's enough for me to grow more

I've been rolling the dice it's time to show for it

They told me I'm the

Golden child

The one that gotta make it

The one that gotta find a way so we can break this

Generational curse that's been put down on us

The generational hurt that sprinkled down on us

What you know bout being broke but having big dreams

Having hope and aspirations for the finer things

Like fancy cars, big houses wit your name on it

A bunch of chains around your neck the diamonds hang on it

My mother always told me follow all your dreams

Chase em down, run Forest, baby run for me

I can see you in them lights shining bright and far

Shoot for the moon, aim for the stars

The marathon continues if you fall down

Just get back on your feet and lock it in now

The world is yours you gotta reach for it

Ain't no handouts in this life, you fight to keep for it

They told me I'm the

Golden child

The one that gotta make it

The one that gotta find a way so we can break this

Generational curse that's been put down on us

The generational hurt that sprinkled down on us

What you know bout being broke but having big dreams

Having hope and aspirations for the finer things

Like fancy cars, big houses wit your name on it

A bunch of chains around your neck the diamonds hang on it