Ever since when I was born, I've was torn, from the norm, wrongly informed or properly warned how to weather the storms, I'm all on my own raised by the system, until I was grown, brought up in institutions, treatment centers, juvie hall, and group homes finally sent to prison at 17yrs old, man that shit was cold, I had to be bold, lettin them know I ain't gonna fold, that my soul won't be boughten or sold, quite the sight to behold, now I'm on parole, tried to go back to school, i felt like a fool, was just told no, and that I needed to go, that shit wasn't cool, chalked it up to the board looked towards the sky and cursed at the lord strike me down with your sword, now I'm back on the concrete, beating my feet on the streets, hustlin, for some bread and some meat, unable to eat paranoid and tweaked, in need of a hug but all i got is a gun and some drugs, in a car full of thugs, sluggin a jug, ready to mug a mark and his plug, Shrugging it off, paying the cost cuz i got lost on the way to becoming a boss, homeless man starting back over to where it all began, repeating these vicious cycles over and over again when the fuck it gonna end, ain't got fuckin family ain't got no fuckin friends I'm all afuckinlone as i fell to my knees look up at the sky just to try and make amends. Dear lord pick me up from these stuggles, dig me outta this rubble, get me outta this trouble, and make it on the double, aint got no time for this shit, lift up my mind, and open up my eyes to my gifts, show me my purpose of the life for which that I live. I surrender all I am and my service i will give.