When i started off i was just a child fucked in the head i was i was bold and wild,,, came from a home it was fucken mad looking back now its was fucken sad dad was a drummer he was just insane 3in the morning the whole band playing,,, he worked so hard but he played hard to so no1 every new what i was up to,, so I hang out with the og know one had a clue, ,, they put me on to shit and the work was done 12mnts later seen the first gun held dat gun for a fucken hour with a gun in my hand I could feel the power,,,,, started to move brick after brick the paper i was making was just fucken sick,,, , everything was going good for years and years but you know whit the money comes blood sweat and tears,, gang war started my little bro dead can't get the revenge toughts out of my head,,, won't fucken sleep till someone's fucken dead,,, 20 years old he was just a kid but you gro up quick if you live were i live so i started to play with the sticks and stones aim for the head put big holes in bones white tent black sack now a box is your home you under the muck with a hole in your dome bet you wish that you left him alone,,,, when that happened to him my heart turned to stone (2)