Grew up without my father, knowing i was gonna be destint, mad child i went so mad wild, still was so anger from him not ever being present, didnt really matter either way, i ask god to take me to him, didnt put trust in him and he still anwser all my prayers anyways, now sit back missing home, in this empty room reminising about all time iv been missing, even know deep down im aint alone with all them distences, id be home really soon but it still doesnt feel to pleasent, even know i was learning, missing the waves of the eastcoast and its just something about the sound of them birds cherping back home, fuck i mean i remember all them night in them cells, trying to firgure out who the hell i was, cause i honestly couldnt really tell, then i hit 23, looking back in the passed if i didnt ever learned like really where the fuck would i be? theyre aint no probably its litreally be dead in them city streets, so im glad that sometimes i went threw a struggle, tossed and turn at night, wanted to express myself strapped up with a muzzle, feeling like i just couldnt speak, even know i came from nothing, i can still do anything i want thats what really kept me humble, use to be so weak, let everyone step stumble all over me, maybe sometimes that aint how lifes suppose to be, but that how it goes from kid out them ghetto streets, like what could i really do that facts? unfortunatly i was one them kids that had to go threw with that, but i man now ill never stand down, fuck everybody im never looking back! now sit back missing home, in this empty room reminising about all time iv been missing, even know deep down im aint alone with all them distences, id be home really soon but it still doesnt feel to pleasent, even know i was learning, missing the waves of the eastcoast and its just something about the sound of them birds cherping back home, fuck i mean i remember all them night in them cells, trying to firgure out who the hell i was, cause i honestly couldnt really tell, then i hit 23, looking back in the passed if i didnt ever learned like really where the fuck would i be? theyre aint no probably its litreally be dead in them city streets, so im glad that sometimes i went threw a struggle, tossed and turn at night, wanted to express myself strapped up with a muzzle, feeling like i just couldnt speak, even know i came from nothing, i can still do anything i want thats what really kept me humble, use to be so weak, let everyone step stumble all over me, maybe sometimes that aint how lifes suppose to be, but that how it goes from kid out them ghetto streets, like what could i really do that facts? unfortunatly i was one them kids that had to go threw with that, but i man now ill never stand down, fuck everybody im never looking back! little bitch you aint getting my hand outs! #KMTRUEPAIN100