Fast forward some years later, a teenager, this is fun sweet
I just got jumped twice in one week, it's complete
It's usually once a month, this is some feat I've accomplished
They've stomped me into the mud, gee for what reason, you stumped me
But how do you get the shit beat out of you
Beat down and be upbeat, when you don't have no-thing
No valid shot at life, chance to make it or succeed
Cause you're doomed from the start
It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street
But if I had just kept my head up my ass
I could accomplish any task, practicing trash talking in a trance
Locked in my room yeah, but I got some plans Momma
These damn rhymes are falling out of my pants pocket, I can't stop it
And I'm startin' to blend in more, school this shit helps for sure
I'm getting more self-assured than I've ever been before
Plus no one picks on me anymore
I done put a stop to that, threw my first punch, end of story
Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage
Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a Ford engine, door hinge
Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a Ninja sword
Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored
Ironing board, a bench, a wrench an oru winch, and an attention whore
Everything but a brain, but dome's off the fucking chain
Like an independent store, something's wrong with my head
Just think if I had a brain in it, thank God that I don't
Cause I'd probably be Dahmer, cause Mamma always said