#HipHop #StoryTelling lyrics below A Young buck named nate grew up this world full of hate but wait people gave him shit about the way he ate skinny twig up until the 6th grade had enough of the taste he was overweight n was still bullied every single day getting off the streets late bc momma was always busy with her way to get the money from the lotto so I never got to kiss her and tell her I'll see you tomorrow or grew up to say some shit like momma how much can I borrow from that infant sorrow that gave you the scar oh dad's liquor bottle gave him the strength to go for The throttle complicated past that the grass did nothing but increase my anxiety to last now im grown feeling more alone than close to family and home the mental images painted into my dome the closest things that I have are shown through my music and lyrics on phone numbers are still numbers my sisters and brothers don't ever forget that before the next monster is born