I aint wanna tell my story at first cause it was hurting me, yea yea yea yea yea If i left and you aint see me again would you come search for me yea yea yea yea yea just some thing that I need to know some things better left alone cause ya brain might explode I put my all in my songs talking pain and my soul tell where we're they when it rained and it snowed I aint have no were to go i was stranded in the cold living in this hell like im standing on some coles I'm amazed that Jesus turned a piece of bread into loaves aim at the top till his head gotta hole hittem with glock now i got red in my clothes