look`n back at my childhood -- i dont see NONE //
everythin` a usual gangsta do -- shorty been done //
been on da streets wander`n in shit siince da age of niine //
at the age of 10 is when homicide entered my miind //
look past thiis gully face a big heart you should fiind //
ima sweet and passionate diime constantly on da griind //
a motha at the age of 16 my motha bore me //
my father? fuck dat nigga he aiint did nottin fo` me //
a sista two years younga i aiint neva met //
and dey wonda why i g0t so much shit swimmin round in my head //
tears soak my pillow, overflowin onto the bed //
shooda been playin wiid dolls but i was load`n glocks instead //
dey see me stock`n bread, rock`n red //
been backstabbed and dey stilll wonda why i be dodge`n heads //
i still neva undastood why God took my motha//
and left me with grandparents and an abusive brotha//
but its ok tho, all my life i've always known//
that i just had to hold my own, and move the fuck on//
today, fourteen but mature, they wonda why//
dat when dey look into my face, dey see hate in my eyes//
it aiint my fault dey blind, its pain in my insides//
not hate cus it cant relate to how much i done cried //
sometimes i just stop and think, wish on every star //
for God to take my life, but dey show death is very far //
they wonda why i carry the flag to the right, glock on da left//
wonda if diis lil gangsta even got a heart beatin inside da chest//
i hit the weed, its all i need to survive this world of rival prides //
its all i need to fully breach through their foreva lie`n eyes//
through the grime i fully emerge //
i stay ahead of da line, watch my game surge //
they try to hold me down but i hold my ground//
hear my glock shout, its the only sound//
sometimes i cut myself to ease the pain i feel //
my mind be travel`n out my body to suttin so unreal //
sometimes i wanna commit suicide to end this trail of tears //
but then i get back up and realize deres no room for fearz //
i look back and see just how much i've suffered thru 14 years //
back at the memories i hold so dear, stories ive told unclear //
nobody aint neva knew i felt dis way, i keep my shit to myself //
independence aint all dat great, cus i neva seem to ask for help //
wheneva i feel trapped, i know betta than to stay depressed //
i keep my pride strapped, they see it and seem so impressed //
some people support me, some people hate //
but its ok cus my mind and heart both head straight //
i dont need da pity, da mercy, the sorry expression on dey faces //
so ill keep my story hidden inside, cus even if i told deyd neva get da story straightened....

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