This is a song about "Struggle of a man"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,

Being chased by the tears of a stronger man,

Hold up now don’t get it twisted if you slang do your thang

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Came back after 27 years of life sentenced but a changed man

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays

I’m a holy man, a man of my world

Back like i never ever left in the first

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Power-struggle to come through with a song/

Idolizing the struggle of italian guys in a scuffle

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Let me see you walk

Blood of a man cum laude