Growing up yeh... yxng Cipher... mmhmm... this a story bout my struggles, what happned, and the shit that went down... ykno.. t was tough yeh, age six, dad left without saying a word, i woke up felt sick and wanted to take off like a bird... I decided to stick with friends, be it two or a herd Used to go to school, speech slurred, not intoxicated. in my mind vague memories purred, i waited and prayed for a phone call, but was never heard I began to drift from friends like a boat from the shore... used music to lessen the pain that was oh so sore, you don't even kno the half of it, what shook me to the core yeh, that ain't even the half... meh, you don't kno me if you did you'd laugh yo.... Age 12, dad still gone... I had my fourth fist fight, he wasn't there to explain the wrongs.. every time he rang to say he was coming, it would be prolonged, he doesn't understand that for a dad I longed, he doesn't understand, In a childhood I didn't belong. id grown In a man's world I was hurled and whirled... i began battling with demons from the underworld... so I turned to music, in which I hid and curled...