i never would of expected everything just working out
lost my trust in women, that's what growing's all about
as a man in this sick world you gotta be ready for battle
never know what brick'll hit youre head from any angle
God never gave us shit more than we are fit to handle
that's how them bitch-ass rich kids ride bentley continentals
if they were us for 1 day they probably loose their mentals
but it's still aight, smoking trees on the block all night
then when daylight come we go home and write some real life
i'm only sixteen to be honest i don't know what i'm doing here anyway
read between the lines i promise this comes from my heart hurt everyday
haters doubting my capacity when i feel i can acomplish a great thing
so i'm shouting my animosity in rhymes, like it's my complice in creating
it's just that my soul is hurt, and i can't look at the scars yet
my whole spirit turned to dirt, when that slut threw me like garbage
a short time later my father died one day, after a 2 weeks coma watching him pass away
nothing can ever hurt me again the same way, psichologically scarred to the present day
but hey, life moves faster then light it's up to you to decide what's wrong or right
just follow your will inside, and you can get by despite all obstacles in sight.