The boy from da decent paid fam/
my moms had to scram/
cuz pops always had a bottle in the hand/
not comin home till 2 a.m/
a fight every night/
into the early morn/
neva slept good until she was gone/
takin her 3rd born/
now my families torn, apart/
into 2 pieces like a pop tart/
u dont know how hard it is to live the life that i lived/
as a kid, i was always left alone wit nobody eva home/
i feel like i raised myself on my own/
now i'm grown and reminisin/
these are the reasons for my addiction/
I'm only inflictin pain into my self/
I admit i need a lil help/
but wuts help gonna do/
when they cant even compare to wut you been through!