(Intro)
I shrug my shoulder’s, ahead of my year’s,
now acting older, in line with my per’s
behind these eye’s, I hide these fear’s
confused in disarray, I envision my demise
(Verse 1)
growing up paralyzed; in a state of surprise
I’m seldom seen… In the realm of hate,
though when I create, you debate, my mind state
label, me a monster, adolescent, youngster
you just don’t know , do you? do you realise… tha desolation I’ve survived?
homie call me insane, but through the pain, I’m tranquil,
optimistic, and thankful, for every critic,
an while society deprivin me, even my own family, hate…
the sight of me, wouldn’t it be great, if I could win the lottery
that way… I could pretty much, pay yall, to like me,
by you lunch, or even better a brand new per, of nikey air,
and even though… I’m broke, I’ma making it there,
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