yo to confront my foes and make the right decision/ would take much thought and impecible precision
to know what couldv'e been done and to do the opposite/would be like being in a dry forest and dropping a match thats lit
as i sit here and read over the rhymes i've spit/many in the begging never spoke of person shit
always about a nine and caddy/ but neva spoke of what tore me up like when i'm gone see my daddy
sspit those rhymes because what i felt is anger/and had seen the life and wanted that adrenaline rush from danger
now when they are looked at/
it seems as if my own self is a stranger/
only memories linger of the pain i felt/from years of my moms livin pay check to check
wonderin how we gone eat/i all i wished for is for a way to make my moms see
i was destined to be/somethin other then what she wanted for me
to follow my dreams would be to get in da rap game/and to my moms that and trouble is one in da same
many days from torment i just felt like changin my name
my moms i got to give it to her/ because even when i cursed and screamed at her she neva said she didn't love me/
she just tried harder for me/
how i speak of my lifes truths now gives me new meaning to go on just like these boys who get a second chance and go on