lifes a struggle i hate the thought i may not make it amazing a lil friction spit me into this world dumb and naked helplessly complacent stuck in a creation of someone elses imagination crazy aint it like i can feel touch tasts smell see and move outta place. I can challenge a like kind to a foot or go cart race. i can make anything outta anywhere my mind has done seen it been i can suceed advance adapt and attack i can hop on a soundwave and add my noise ,they call it rap. but that ain't my story just some limits and abiluties I'm capable I'm self taught i can interpret and interact like a god i can learn to combat any odd Trying to make it to Heaven So I'm going through Hell Nobody knows my pain So my cup is full I'm trying to make it to Heaven So I'm going through Hell [Verse 1] Fucked up as a kid, never finished school Dad was never home, Mom was miserable They just got divorced, all I got's my boys All of us on drugs, burning packs of ports Life done ran its course, years went flying by Homie's back in jail, I am not surprised They gave him a second chance, caught his final strike He probably gon' die inside, they just gave him life When life's unstable I, try to pray but my Prayers ain't gettin' heard, at night I keep begging to God To show me a way my boss just fired me from my job Afraid I'll lose my ride, my payments are way behind