I didn't grow up in the hood but please take a closer look
If you think my life's a fairytale from a storybook
I had every material thing a girl could wish for
Until situations arose I couldn't handle no more
Anger in my father's eyes: life featuring cocaine
Mom was going insane,started cutting in her vein
Ashtrays crushing the wall,bruises all over my body
Seemed happy family,in reality: cheap and shoddy
Kept my head up high until it all became too much
Got addicted to that Dutch,asked money for one touch
Felt used and confused when I came home in the morning
And my dad started hitting me without any warning
Silently sat in my room to pray it would all go away
And I whispered to myself: not now but maybe someday
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Now that time has finally come to stand on my own
And move on alone, ready to leap into the unknown
Still wonder how I managed to live with all that strife
Work hard at school so as to stay away from the knife
But those memories continue to haunt me in my dreams
All the fights,the drugs,I can still hear those painful screams
One thing I learned from it all,you have to stay strong
Am even thankful that my parents showed me the wrong
Try to leave it all behind me and keep it in the past
Building the contrast because life is moving so fast
I smile for the first time but have yet to reach my goal
Am still seeking for that one person to make me whole
Believe me, even though my future looks far from bright
I'll keep on walking in darkness to find the light
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DQ