Rapture - The Man

This boy became a man, way before he was eighteen,
Sleeps full of nightmares, with open eyes he day dreamed,
People gave up on him, but he never gave in,
Cause he gave so much, that now he can't take it,

But he had to fake it and smile every time,
Pedal through struggles in the cycle of time,
Life wasn't right, cause everybody left,
Running from emotions, now he was out of breath,

It was time to stop and think, plan and then walk,
Times were hard, but his will wasn't that soft,
So, he did the right thing and stuck to a damn job,
Start testing himself, his life became a sandbox,

Became an artist from a fan eh,
That's when the boy became a man eh,
Handling responsibilities, taking care of necessities,
Your boy is now the man eh!

Became an artist from a fan eh,
That's when the boy became a man eh,
Handling responsibilities, taking care of necessities,
Your boy is now the man eh!

Doesn't matter where I grew up, cause that doesn't define me,
Never had privileges, struggle though designed me,
I see the future ahead, past is behind me,
Never was a gangster, I lived my life crime free,

Heads in the books, turning pages all day,
They used to laugh at me when I walked through those hallways,
Now they wanna be friends, they think I'm cool,
Don't you dare think I'm uniform, this is not the school,

I was never good with bonds, life had no chemistry,
Momma screaming loud, dad sipping hennessy,
I had a simple childhood, well, a lame one,
Cause, I only fought for marks, never made one,

I can fight for myself, I don't throw up gang signs,
I don't like to argue, I just say what's on my damn mind,
Yes, I got an ego and I'm never gonna drop it,
If fate doesn't open doors, I will never knock em,
Became an artist from a fan eh,
That's when the boy became a man eh,
Handling responsibilities, taking care of necessities,
Your boy is now the man eh!

Became an artist from a fan eh,
That's when the boy became a man eh,
Handling responsibilities, taking care of necessities,
Your boy is now the man eh!

And every street has a light,
And the heat that gets bright,
But I promise myself with all my might,
That my heart seeks for a life,

And every street has a light,
And the heat that gets bright,
But I promise myself with all my might,
That my heart seeks for a life.