The Skills God Gave Me (The Prequel)

When I came in this world,
I didn't have shit.
My mom said she was pregnant,
My sperm donor split.

Wouldn't know that punk bastard,
If he walked up on me now.
Wouldn't matter.
Ain't got no love for that nigga no how.

Made it through elementary,
Without reading and writing,
But they kept passing me anyway,
Cause they was tired of me fighting.

Got to junior high,
Could barely write or read my own name.
Teachers kept on passing me,
Same ol' same.

Now,they expect me to work,
Get a real nine to five.
They say I'm lazy,
Ain't got no determination or drive,

But then they won't hire me,
Cause I can't write or read,
Cause I ain't got none
Of the skills they need.

So when I stand out on the corner
Trying to get my needs met,
I'm viewed as a gangbanger,
A neighborhood threat.

But I don't come to your door,
With my product in hand.
Folks come to me,
To supply their demands.

Getting fat off my hustle,
With the skills God gave me.
You say getting my GED
Will save me,

But I think you're just jealous,
That this thug with no skills,
Has more money than you,
And a better set of wheels.

You wanna see me go under,
Can't wait to see me fail,
Take away the only thing I got,
And let me rot in jail.

Again, I don't come to your door,
With my product in hand,
And for the record, I'm not a gangbanger,
I'm a business man.