With this pen I gain grip, gangrene finger tip, Cigarette stained, chest pain, dope sick, Im confused, self abused, no rules or amused on, How the world turns, money burned, pointless views, Everybody’s got a little fuckin story to tell, Mines about growing up in a fuckin hotel, With dreams to excel everybody’s expectations Patiently waiting, define complications, So fuckin far below the poverty line, Had my mind inclined to hate mankind Macaroni with no cheese, just butter and salt, Seventeen years old, angry, charged wit assault, Countless counts of mischief it wasn’t my fault Rap music made me do it, plus I was sipping the malt, Nobody gave a fuckin shit about me back in the day, This cat was a stray, lost in disarray, I decay, Now come on..
[Chorus x2]
I close my eyes and all I see is black Memories from the past don’t describe where we at man, Times change, life rolls on a strange picture is drawn Before we dead and we gone now
[Verse 2]
Hard times it’s a part of growing up, Smoke inhalation, probation breached, never showin up, The old man’s empty cans cashed at the depot, Repo my life, it’s been a fight to feel equal, Snatch the groceries out your car when you take the cart back, Smoke break, no pack, fuck everythings racked, I’m tryna change, I’m tryna be a man, A wide range of crime seems to be my only plan, I didn’t ask for this, this asked for me, It’s hard to breathe drowning in a sea of misbeliefs I’ve, yet to reach my, comfort zone I’m stuck adolescent in a body full grown, People grilling me, accurately Pre conceived notions of my emotional stability, Telling myself, things will be okay, While my other self says fuck life die slowly..
[Chorus x3]
I close my eyes and all I see is black memories from the past don’t describe where we at man, times change, life rolls on a strange picture is drawn before we dead and we gone now.