let me tell you something bout the way I was raised up you ever seen ya mama shooting her viens up stealing cigarettes just to get some nic as a kid its ridiculous, how I lived and I'm still scraping the change up feel like I'm living in vain cuz I'm stuck with this anger I live a deranged pup i am off the chain but I'm still caged up I lie awake ,and I think that my brains numb I don't even make a face when the pain comes I grew up around rats roaches , and fiends a place where we all broke and its scattered with broken dreams so I just smoke this weed and these cigarettes , hope to kill my stress , but I am feeling weak sposed to be in the industry but I'm in the streets , hard to live when your will is weak still I'm here to speak people dear to me hurt me they wasn't hearing me watch as they die slow my aunt Kim popping pills till her eyes closed tears shed in my Bible but hers life gone me ? I did the acid til I went psycho, now I stay on the track or I see the words with my eyes closed the word Is heard on the phone drive slow and watch for the 5-0 , when you slide through , I gotchu , on the low , and the pipe too , , in the car with my mom I was prolly bout 5 dude , I'm spitting life truth tell my heart and I rhyme truly all that shit really got to me so with a bottle I nod to sleep an odd Cooley ,the black sheep of the flock ruling