Here's the thing I used to believe But I've been living these streets Too long Taking hits off this bong Listen to the words in this verse I don't wanna be in the back of a hearse or worse looking down at this empty bottle It's a Family curse Momma's was the worst Can't tell u how many times I've been hurt Momma new guy like to lurk This baby bird didn't wanna flirt Shots absurd Just wanna be returned Back with my innocence To bad my step dad got rid of it Momma just opened her wrist tooke another hit Like I never exsit Tell me where is my happiness A world full of crappiness Yet I still stand because I can and will This life is real I work hard to pay my bills My spirit won't be killed