I don't know much
But I'm pretty sure you aren't supposed to hate
Kick me to the curb so much it hurts
I look to you for guidance
And in doing so I let my gard down
How you gonn label this generation as garbage
Honestly, I thought you'd have more faith
So I was surprised when you didn't hold my hand

He
He is just a kid who fell in love with music
Even though his pa told him not to do it
No one seems to notice a weapon until you use it
The kids at school ain't have much faith either
Till he got on the stage
Spit some raps
And had them all up in their feelings
Swore his words hit so deep,they could feel it
They swear they believe in what he can do
But he'd heard those words one too many times
See,that's what his father said
Then turned around and said his art wasn't enough
"you kids these days need to grow up"he says
He forgets how he's always away for work
Been leaving his son alone for so long you'd think he wasn't his

Junior grew up too quickly
Despite what his father thinks
Faced so much
The hate was so thick
And so the hurt became real
Buried himself in his music
Just for a chance to feel
Like he was worth something
And that's when everyone noticed he had something
No one notices a weapon till you use it
And now he's going in guns blazing
No excuses
Built his walls so no one would creep in
Should have held his hand when he extended it

Mother told me not to stay out too late
Mother told me I'd be called lame
Mother told me that the world is unkind and that it would put me down
She said;"when that happens, little girl, hold your head up"
But when it came to it and I had my hand out?
My mother told me my art should remain in the dark
I had my hand out
But she reminded me that to the world,
I'd always be a little girl

Dont get me wrong
Mother ain't raise no follower
But she said timing is everything
So I had to wait until the world was ready to see me as more
But in the meantime
She said just be a girl

That's when I started keeping to myself
The sparks within me turned into a fire that would burn through anything
No one believed my art was my own
Whether it was too good to be mine,or I was too good to do that little
I don't know
I didn't want anyone to hold my hand anymore
I used that hand to hold myself up
So the world wouldn't be above me no more
But I agree,
I am just a young girl, with alot of soul
But the world will have to see
That young don't mean weak
Girl don't mean soft
Rap isn't about violence
And no one will laugh at us no more

I'll show them what I mean
Make them shiver at every scene
Let's see who needs their hand held now