"this young boy was"

verse 1

Born n' praised from the days e' was raised//
but just couldn't undastand all the trouble he made//
coz life n' its problems seemed to follow his way//
as he turned to pray for every passin' day//
an at the age of 4 his fatha walked away//
just left like e' didnt have the decency to stay//
this boy had nuff to say bout his feelings//
an' the greaving of his so-called fatha leaving//
suddenly life didnt seem so appealing//
as money to him n' his mother had no meaning//
stealing soon became the life he was leading//
just a teen as this young man was theiving//
actin' like robin hood but a middle class kid//
but just couldnt live like the middle class live//
coz life's just one big middle class bitch//
as this young still wonders on what life is?

verse 2

Now he's 15 n' life is still a mission//
but no-one udastands the way this boys livin//
as every man in this land is his opposition//
his vivid inscriptions suddenly turn to fiction//
friction as he doesnt know from real to fake//
suicide means he attends his uncles wake//
unable to feel the fate of lifes debate//
all this kid wants is a slice of the cake//
peice of the pie, sick thoughts are seen through his eyes//
he doesn't event know why he's livin his life//
upon all this pain suffering struggle n strife//
he's now trying to fight for the right like a fool//
day before his 16th he got kicked out of skool//
started blessing the mic with his tongue as a tool//
but still never followed the rules, coz life ent free//
and little did they know that this young boy was me!!

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