Post-Tramatic Growth (Intro) Lyrics

How it was like growing up

Was kind of hard

It's a blessing and a curse

Why the blessings got to seem far

I was black to the Arabs

But an Arab to the blacks

Fitting in when I was at school

Was a challenge to adapt

When you subtract the ignorance

Rise above the lack of knowledge

I stayed true to myself

So at the end it was a profit

Same niggas jocin off me

Being Muslim converted

As I aged and I matured

It validated my purpose

Ima stand on what I do

And how I was raised

I believe in one god so Allah

Is who I praise

I appreciate my parents

For the game they gave

I'm not carrying around a slave master To my name

Raaziq Muhammad baby don't let that Go over your brain

My affect it stains

So no moving I remain

I'm from New Orleans man you got to Stay up in your lane

They got me

Shot me

On the interstate it was insane

Let alone I had my family up in the car

That shit had broke my heart

Why they take it that far

Really had left me all in distraught

Can't send no bullets around no baby Bitch you know that's law

But let's take it apart from the Aftermath

Left me with visions

Reminiscing bout what happened and What I saw

Shook it off not trippin cause my city Could be wicked

Do I stay or do I leave

I had to make me a decision

Yeah the shit was hard

Thank the lord

And continue living

Thankfully it was my arm

Surgery was a success

But mentally I was in awe

I be stressed

To make it worst my nephew had just

Lost his paw

It's hard to deal with that

So just think bout my sister

And all the pain that I saw

Wanted to take it all away

Looked at my son

I knew I had to find a better way

What a gotta do

Take a pause

Reevaluate

Left the state

I hit the road

Niggas really bold

Tried to take my sole

Never was in the streets

Or no beef

My city cold

It's a blessing if you even made it

To 18 years old

I could tell you the rest

But the stress

Causing a load

Lost apart of me

When my brother died

Overdosed

I don't really think

You could imagine that

Family broke apart

All a nigga want is my family back

Grams took it hard

All a nigga want is my granny back

Moms going through it

Couldn't even tell you the half of that

Damn