memories of my mother trying to to get together super father cheating drinking bottle one after the other when u suffer from ur parents when they died left out of the inheritance u dont care about appearance and ur heart becomes careless not caring bout society drinking and smoking might be the chosen but rather see somebody lip open school was closing in on me cause i got into to manyfights didn't matter if it was the principal felt invisible and none of them was right always had my knife Left my gun in secret spot had to dig just to get my jewls and money out of the shoe box listen to Tupac on my discman after school on the block chipping my aunt and uncle tripping but i didn't listen my vision waz making money but i didn't want to get out of the ghetto call me a rebel cuz i hang with several and they would blow like a kettle and shoot to kill not woring about a medal only told u about my teenage day's where u couldn't look me in my face always had it on my waist and my mind was out to space lace my weed Coke called it a cocopuff still have nightmares of my past from dope to the end of the month if u wer feeling froggy i was already too Leap just cause i had my heat didn't mean my fist had technique couldn't suck ur teeth unless there was blood in it even now i get cold sweats of how many peoples plate I've e put bugs with it chorus my vision was making money but i didn't want to get out the ghetto call me a rebel cause i hang with several and they would blow like a kettle and shoot to kill not worrying about medal