This Moment of Time

Verse1
I aint one of those rappers that sits and chills
good life and cars talkin’ ‘bout dollar bills
I aint a rappa’ that fills the head with shrills
I rap bout the ghetto outside the windowsill
The names Young Shepard, im back in my domain
on stage with the light hittin’ me wit the speed of a plane
ya see I don’t want a grammy and don’t want a tony
engrave this in ya head or just forget you know me
Im tryin’ ta chose a path so dat I can see light
all my life it’s just whites who wanna fight
well they don’t know what is like to live in a big city
get shot up on each and every block like 50
what ive gone through an seen in my life
nothin’ is eva’ perfect or precise
this story is deeper than rap, deeper than the game
now I’m on antidepressants to keep my brain sane
by far I neva got what I wanted
when I see somebody happy its like I’ve been haunted
I hate how people assume dat my rhymes are fake
a bullet none the less a fight I cant take
In Red Bank got challenged to a knife fight I came
we all live the same, Compton, New York, or Maine
like many I watched my mom drink cryin’ watchin’ the rain
my dad was neva’ around now dat he is its an
embarrassment to have his last name
Im just a lonely kid who spends his life rappin'
writin’ bout da mistakes that have happened
if you be so kind, In due time
Young Shepard steels the light in this moment of time

Verse2
The streets still take a tole on me after all these years
I see the fear, blood sweat and tears from my other peers
you say were now in a recession
but only the black dude get caught wit a gun in possession
you say now people don't got money there poor
14 long years of seein’ my motha’ drunk on the floor
cause bills weren’t paid, and she lost her job
dad was gone out workin’, but he couldn’t bring home nothin’
so I step up on my own slap the tears from my face
three months later I’m arrested with tears replaced with mase
that was just a mistake but I couldn’t live it down
I walk with embarrassment shame like a sad clown
couldn’t trust or ask nobody for nothin’
I will find my own way, doesn't that count for somethin’?
but gheah, I just waitin' for what the future holds
Im not stopping just cause cant afford heat so were in the cold
street life is bad death can unfold
only thing an educated man or women would know
Gang life is ruff don’t get in, you don’t wanna sell
can’t cha tell don’t rob no clientele
but gheah, I just try to make it another day
try to focus on what I love to do
and if that means writin’
how bout you
Its good though keeps me outta trouble and situations
Im an OG and this is ghetto information
If you be so kind, to find
Young Shepard steels the light in this moment of time