13 / Becoming a Man

I'm Evan Goldman
 I live at 224 West 92nd Street
 In the heart of Manhattan!
 And my life just went to hell
 Picture me
 Just another cool kid in NYC
 Near the park and the Met
 Life is sweet:
 Yankees in the Bronx
 Pretzels on the street –
 Just how good can it get?
 Who'd have guessed
 Dad d (uh huh)
 Who wasn't an only child (uh huh)
 Who felt lonely, wow (wow)
 How can I tell my sons about a grandpa I ain't know? (you can't)
 I'm done with you, yo next topic
 I miss you James, I seen your daughters last month
 They gettin' big (yeah)
 I know you surprised in heaven that Yvette had a kid (haha)
 Wish we could sip one more bluie together (one more)
 In that RX-7, we all smelt like gas (haha)
 Still we hopped in the pool, shopped off with her ass (shaw)
 P.A. ain't the same without you
 Whenever me and P.O. get bent, that's my word
 We think about you (word)
 Rollin' up your sleeve, that's when we knew you was drunk
 Remember that time your armpit had that yellowish stuff? (haha)
 What the fuck was that? (yeah)
 Be proud of me, I'm coming up in rap (what)
 Jus waiting on my dough, you know the biz (biz)
 What up with Miz? Tell that nigga I say "what up? "
 DeVon gettin' better in b-ball, his tall ass is tryna dunk (haha)
 Through this gift right here, I promise to stay in touch
 One, when will this bus come? Been waitin' on this ride for years (years)
 All my shirts is stiff from the driest tears
 What the fuck? I'm knife, the world need to know (c'mon)
 Comments on HipHopGame say "honestly, he should blow" (Joell)
 All these meetings was lame, every one is the same (where we goin'?)
 I pop in my demo and everyone blows insane
 Walk out the building, head higher than cocaine
 Only for me to never ever hear from them again (damn)
 That's why I contemplate puttin' my pen away
 But I don't, 'cause muh'fuckers did the same shit to Jay (word)
 Coincidence? Nah, I don't believe in those (fuck em)
 Shit happens for a reason, if this was meant, I'll know (word)
 What do I got to do, Lord? My song's is tight (uh huh)
 My shows is jam-packed, I'm hip hop's "anthrax" (sick)
 Nobody can touch me but I'm still in the hood
 How could you leave me around danger when your boy's this good?
 Patience is a virtue but enough is enough (yeah)
 By the time I get on I'll be to tired to celebrate
 Yeah, I know I'm lying, I'll wake up when I get that cake (haha)
 First thing I'll cop is a plane ticket and escape (flyy)
 I don't care where just far away from here (gone)
 Turn my phone off, I'll fold my beach chair and just stare (look at this shit)
 Like "hell yeah, life"
 Told you we twinkle our toes in the sand that's white (c'mon)
 Last one to the ocean is weak
 And swim in the water that's clear enough to stand up and see your feet (damn)
 But that's only "if", if "If" was a CEO (what)
 We'd all have a deal (huh)
 We'd all sell a mil (word)
 I'm talkin' to underdogs who feel how I feel
 Well y'all can't feel how I feel, but you know what I mean
 Right now I can only write about the things I've seen (cool though)
 Sounds sad but, I could fit that in a sixteen
 And the furthest I ever been was L.A. for a couple of days
 Can't front, the plane was smooth and in front of the train (haha)
 And anyway, everything ain't okay
 I'm try and live for today, but tomorrow's a repeat of yesterday (psyche)
 Same shit, different paper
 Another let down, but they disguise it this time with a different answer (damn)
 The game's scared to gamble and they know I'm nice (c'mon)
 How you gonna double up yo dough if you don't roll 'em dice? (damn)
 It's a fifty-fifty chance, but in my case, it's ninety-nine to one (one)
 The one is what I'm gon' say when I'm done havin' fun with these tracks
 'Cause yes, it's so, so easy (yeah)
 Like readin' the Good Book in a room with no T.V. (what)
 No I ain't braggin', just a confident kid (uh huh)
 That ain't reaping the benefits he deserved for conquering "this" (c'mon)
 "This" meaning the crowd (crowd), the art (art), hip hop itself
 I am the one, Neo is my son
 People, I'm from the bottom just like you
 If you ain't from the bottom, no offense, but are not who I write to (nah)
 I'm the underdog's underdog, I love the R's (love 'em)
 Joey feels so much better when the road was hard (ahh)
 I ca