I'm just a child with life piled in front of me death is on the hunt for me my last breath wants to come for me some want to go fast for me I can't tell a decent story with a beat because I have no experience forgive my weariness I have some inexperience I've mastered rap god and still can't rap it must be my handicap it sucks living this way my life does not pay I can't repay anyone for what they have done to get me here let me go on my own I am unknown but should be known I stood alone and still am grown my studio is a phone I own the underrated rap game because I am debated