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born in 89, a broken home was not expected.
family was reckless and at times i was senseless.
left on my feet with no one to catch me when i fall.
it was hell at my doorsteps as they whisperd there call.
callin me closer and closer these demons were a mist.
i was on the list, but death was to easy to come at the cut of a wrist.

no good to balance out the evil, i saw no point in livin'
demons on my back, have u ever had that feelin.
where no one givin. but u constantly give anyway.
where there is no turn of the page same shit every day.
livin in a broken home, ur dome tends to get weak.
and seak shit that aint real, and u tend to lose common speak.
u leak ur flow and lose control that uve known for ur hole life.
u lose the skills u had. u could lose ur family and wife.
i lost my family i lost friends i never thought i could lose.
i lost the clothes on my back even the lace on my shoe.
and it wasnt kool. i thought i could get some help by myself.
but it aint easy when ur songs dont sell shit and stay on the shelf.
ive had 3 jobs at the same time trying to make the stack rise.
but with these tears i cried i was drowning in my own tide.

at a young age i lost more then that was givin' to me.
i lost a mom a grandpa, family lost meaning to me.
and wut did i do to god. that recently he killed my god father.
he was more then that cus i used to call him my lost brother.
we was close. he was a jewlery down on miami beach.
always watchin wut i did. and every where i looked there was heat.
but a brain tumor was wut he got... yea i guess the good die young.
i always thought being a jewler he would die by the gun.
but i guess i was wrong. i guess i was about alot of things.
bout family.... i was wrong about most of my friends
and it tends to bug me, cus i lost alot when i was little.
my mom could have helped me a bit gettin out of the shit hole.

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im so ill that cancer thinks im its father.