if you can't understand I do the drugs to calm my mind then you'll never understand the bars I drop in this rhyme grew up in the streets of the 605 trying to escape two white parents that did nothing but lie didn't even know I was black till the age of five beating and blaming me for there pathetic life's now I'm stuck doing the same thing I saw as a child it feels like I can't do right and I'm always wrong that's why I feel comfortable when I'm all alone not saying I don't have homies and family I'm just saying I'd die for them would the die for me all my mind can see is a conspiracy is it all in my head that's a possibility my brain has a bad habit of lyng to me telling me good people are out to hurt me I am always going to be my own worst enemy believing I'm not even worth the air that breath not my first rodeo been down this road before I just close my eyes and do more dope light a cigar take my skin and burn another hole because the pain is the only thing that makes me feel at home staring in the mirror and looking back at my clone but don't worry bout me I'll make it out on my own I don't need your sympathy just your your understanding and little faith in me have to succeed never want my kids disappointed in me