back in the day when the youth was strong every single problem was owned out in the world was a place called home as I child I'd aimlessly roam didn't have me no cellular phone I played with dirt and broke my bones mama didn't have a care of when I came home just that I came home at 7 taught how to steal I thought the life of a crook had a mas appeal but ignorance is bliss didn't think that I was wrong till the fbi got my finger prints off the window of a home across from where I grew up talk about hitting glass with stones at 12 started smoking weed didn't know I had the genetics of a fiend cheifed so much that I couldn't really dream so I gave up on having any dreams braving the weather I didn't know anybetter fighting to make a climb but i was stuck in a cellar I was going through tribulations my dad at the center he knew he was gonna leave when I was still in placenta my ma God rest her soul took care of us two kids alone with a mediocre job and a mediocre wage but she made sure we had a home