Growin up I never got a chance to sit// ~ in one position, cuz every lil chance I dip//
From home to home strugglin with no chance of rent//
The last spent days ~ was wit no cash~no lint//
I'm broke mayn ~ landlords never seem to ease up//
The lease is up....now I gots to leave this~(fuck!)//
Now where I'm at? Wish it was cancuun//
Tell me how is a family of five to live in a house wit one room?//
And the bathroom, ya gotta go outside fo dat shit//
I lived da life ~ shit I've even been robbed fo da chips//
Never stacked clips, but ready to pull dat boi//
Shit don changed fo da better....now i can feel da joy//
Moved to the states to escape da reality what's makin//
Straight from da gutter, born and raised a Jamaican//