It hard growing up Got beat up a lot teachers didnt care So i got mad and beat the shit Out of the fucker, bare hands In high school it turned around I was the asshole that no one didnt like Called mye teacher a whore, it was the first strike. After that my mind went crazy No school, hella drugs, party, money Anhthing didnt stop me Had an overdose, survived and got back on Track. But the the track isnt always easy When you feel the hunger that you no longer want to stay sober. The only thing you think Is now its over. But it aint, it just started. Time to get the fuck out of this mess And start to take of myself, and my girlfriend. My problem aint hers to deal with Thats my shit. If I dont make it this time I make it later, greater I have a hard time gettin this on paper