In kindergarden I was fightin, before I even knew about readin and written, It was the clash of the titan, at an early age, brought upon by self destruction and internal rage, another day was just another page, another step another stage, when will they release me from this cage, A moment feels like dayz, when ur intrapped by political ways, u can smoke cigarettes but gotta hide your blaze, and your Jz, but they still can smell the purple hayes, You can fite authority but who gives a fuck anyways