1977-

when I look to the sky,I wonder why my tears dont cry/
are they lost in lies,lost in despise of the wisemens lines from behind/
my eyes,minds twisted up a vision of so a called Heaven/
so I go to infinit from my incision in seventy-seven/


1977,the year my life was blessed from Heaven/
pops got to steppin,pops in my head was laid to rest then/
its a hard lesson,it started a heart of second guessin/
for the rest of life stressin,not to mention the tension that came to set in/
from Moms,blow jobs for johns with no clothes on/
always gone,dope in palm singin the song of right gone wrong/
not understandin,had hate for God cause I know He planned it/
straight left me stranded,empty handed man damn I'm branded/
with fatal sicknesses,from cradle been known to do the sickest shit/
a relentless kid,murderous intensions while bent-invent the sickest spit/
nothin can help,thats why I stay confined inside myself/
done cried whats left,died and came back two times like tribe called quest/
its forever flowin,and constantly growin-where-ever I'm goin/
I've been severin and sewin,deliverin bows-endeavourin lows and/
comin off often hypocritical,they had the coffin locked but I slid it forth/
past a kid at four,I've already walked ya'lls talk come see what I did it for