Kinda sloppy cuz im short on time, but here.

November 16th, born another poor kid in the streets
Dont know wether this dream life was given with me
Or was I just a curse who tore hus-band and wife
No more love cuz my mothers work? It was dam tite
Its like, why would this life be given for this strife?
God, sets light on rich but shits on the pov-rish types
My mother cant afford to support lives under welfair
My brother stands on the cornor, lines another self fair
Twins, but within the world my skin crawls at his site
In the skin site we're similar sorts, who'll fall in life
But I have plans, seperate the brands of man and land
And I'm tired of these fake hands, I'll land on my OWN DAM FEET!
As my family has no time in these days of dieing dreams
Grasp my brothers wrist and try to find his face but he's a dieing breed

*Cops at the door speaks*
"Is there a kid here, 5-9 high dark eyes who lives near?
He's a caucasion kid, wear-in roc-a-wear
This young man is a suspect in the murder of a Mr. Watkasan
He's among a grand crack down on crime and he must be captured mam."

*I come to the door*
Me-"Whats Going on, what the fuck get your hands off."
The cop holding on to my arm as I struck and desend off
Cop-"You're coming with me, your wanted for one count murder, first degree
You're one of the key suspects in a shooting, you're rights are seazed."
He dragged me with back at the floor to the car
Preseaded to grab my head and push it rather hard
Sitting in the back, tattered seats and contemplating why
Spitting at the backs of cops hats looking like what I hate about ghetto lives
Got to prison and with in a few hours a had visit
Came to spot at the glass the vision of mirror image in it
And he, he who is a part of me passing back thoughts like telepathy
This is crazy, my brothers crime my punishment, never let grieve my family on acounta me.