let me take yall back, to the moment when i was a child, I'm sure a kid but i don't know how, how i was boen and how i was life, woke up one morning and i knew i was 5. seen lots of tins with ma own two eyes, saw all the struggles and saw all the cries, Maybe i was born in disguse cuz i dont know what's happening with my own kinds, i hit on i bin doing this for fame, I've been this for years, makes me feel like a saint, enemies on my tent, drowning me with their pain, hey i do feel the same, I bin wondering if there's really a cure for all this pain, wonder y there's death, struggling to breath, Martin Luther King, wish that he had live, I bin wondering y they left, they could barely know theyself, I bin writing with my left, u should come and weigh in scales all this message in my mail. yh right before it came to a diss i was wishing only to be seen, saved like a boy ready to be king, wished i could get all the things i need but i know i may not prolly get it, swished to what I'm really good at, maybe music or I'm always botherd, with things about December, I'm sure i can do over the the things about this boy child, hey I'm not a butcher, I'm just care taker