SUNRISE

I grew up in them backyards back-hand If I back talked

I became a man amongst this asphalt

Made them understand I ain't no outlaw

Bitch, I made some bands with my friends since the sandbox

Still learning how, to become a man still dream of Grandpa

That's man talk, you was my friend, way before I could talk, and walk.

I'd run off in the sun so I can finally shake your hand

And to let you know that, your daughter raised 2 honest men

Ideas became a hotbox, I pray I never land

My denim had some grass spots, don't wanna fall again