if i could make it happen then it would probably never be another brother trapping another one that die from beef because we pistol packing another child with no father its a simple practice if I could make it happen if I could turn back time I never would have soldiered through them streets or ran up in a house all because im hungry trying eat skip those bible studies learning being humble being meek while other niggas cuddled sleep im stressing barely get a wink and it goes deeper than you think all of my hopes and broken dreams I couldnt blame it on the things that i bared witness as a teen cause I would plot and i would scheme while stepping on the backs of fiends so up and down with my emotions like my lifes a trampoline a taste of peace would be serene but im not destined for it soon as I master all the recipes they change the courses I citated all the references they changed the sources looked into a broken mirror all I seen my face distorted casualty of poverty the way they report it but its something different demon or an angel on my shoulders i couldnt tell the difference story was written almost like this shit was predicted no future a super hero i might as well be the villian