Cooked up soda Rock tootin 83 Crack babies need therapy I don’t like to talk about it I was six racking sand For the md Double glass windows Studied me Pointing to paper cut outs Pointing out my private parts Im so motherfucking grateful Momma didn’t jump off the bridge While she was holding me She didn’t bond with me I’m fucked up in the head I was getting molested By my family Is there a way to stop All these thoughts Cause I might fall apart If I let people in Cause they just can’t relate To all this pain I’m swimming in Wish I could say Things turned out great Dunk my underwater I’m clean protected When I mow the lawn I kill the snakes Chop em up Like Chinese jumprope Cross it up, bitch The love I got for all these goats They were my escape goats We were eating off the hot plates Rice and beans But I’m sure your momma Got you the latest jeans Hit the Arabs for a submarine Hand over a note to him Think I was 11 That said New Ports please? I’m rough on the edges Cause I drudged thru the mud Come get it cause I really got it If you want some Id rather fuck Cause that’s a good way to give love I m all the way open On these sheets I wasn’t trouble growing up Till I started listening to the wrong crowd Showing off when I should’ve listened Maybe it’s not to late for that Ambassador Position in the promised land I was elected , had to put it on the table But I foresee that I’ll have time And pick it up like I pick up Paper in the bank. In the mean time I’ve been kicking it since Kid and play Shaking since they ate Cabbage Red Robin four ways Butterflies on leans BK on the Bounce I was managing my Streets. Everybody got a role They run you or Run your shit nigga. Always down Metal detectors when we went to school The biggest marble Thumper , rotates Some times gotta Break balls Lill