grew up around the people who threw up, off triple c's like a pimple, leave em be smoked a laced blunt, thought i was the one come to find out evil aint no fun had no where to run had no love, no gun no mom, no dad, no son under the sun basking in the love, smashing with no glove i was the runt, i was the brunt of the jokes losing my mind with endless tokes all from 11 years old now im being told, im a psycho because i know, what the truth is the proof is, in the past, not the pudding its off putting that they act nice til they aint im not a saint butni aint gon blame unaccordingly feelings hoarding me, storing me, inside of my brain like a train with no brakes im a mistake waiting to happen, right? thats tight? whats life? whats light, without the dark withour a start, you can never finish so if you feel alone, give this song a listen. and just remember the definition of a Christian.