PATHWAY TO ESCAPE
• Written by ItsTheory
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I grew up poor in Section 8 housing with a single mom and still am broke. This is to my father.
VERSE 1:
My pops just left my ass at two, left my Mama here,
I guess that's why I feel like I need to be a rocketeer,
that cock-suckin' motherfucking doesn't know my name,
it's like we were thrown in chains, I'mma go insane,
'cuz my whole entire life I thought the poverty was fine,
single mom tried her best, but still the robbery and crime,
was crazy in our area, look up Elyton public housing,
you'll see why I love money with my stomach growling,
thunder pouding, trumpet sounding, a hundred pounds,
are on my back, I'm undergrounding, tell me to dumb it down,
I've committed sins of Satan to fill these dinner plates,
stabbed by these friendly snakes, but I been awake,
that's why I'm sendin' hate, 'cuz he made me so mad,
and I feel a bit of anger, is it crazy, no Dad!
I shouldn't even call you that, I'm blocking you out,
but it's been too long, you know what I'm talkin' about
HOOK:
I feel like I won't be nobody, feel I won't amount to shit,
I got my first stack of money, wasn't much, counted it,
and since then I guess I've been to proud of myself,
I guess I looked back at the past when I doubted myself
VERSE 2:
Y'all shoulda got a divorce that you filed in court,
that way you'd have to pay up all your child support,
my mom had boyfriends who were abusing her,
and my life was so tragic, that's why I'm Lucifer,
this rage and this hate, frustration, anger and angst,
I'm caged in this game and these chains are restrains,
you left us, and Momma's poor, she has a lack of funds,
she had a stack of ones and we saw crack and guns,
I had abondonment issues, and I still need to be tough,
I used to get fuckin' beat, and those beating were rough,
I remembered our old neighborhood of gangs of thugs,
it could have been avoided, all the 'hoods slangin' drugs,
I really hope you fucking die, but you have new plans,
you left us in shambles, we used to get food stamps,
I waddle in greed, and soon I'll have a daughter to feed,
but unlike you I'll support her and I'll water the seed but
HOOK:
I feel like I won't be nobody, feel I won't amount to shit,
I got my first stack of money, wasn't much, counted it,
and since then I guess I've been to proud of myself,
I guess I looked back at the past when I doubted myself
VERSE 3:
Y'all wonder why I don't brag out those bad decisions,
'cuz I grew up in poverty, and y'all don't have to listen,
and I ain't about bitches and hoes, the trash you're spittin',
I'm all about the riches and dough, the cash you're flippin',
and now my Momma inhales, that's why we're in hell,
and we're the lower class, we exist, we've been real,
I remember powdered milk, food stamps, and Medicaid,
I remember Goodwill, Family Day, and that Section 8,
that's nothing to glorify, neither are thugs toting guns,
and neither is rolling up weed, and going smokin' blunts,
and rollin' dope with the hash, toting and loading the gats,
and that shit's so gangsta 'till you're closing the caskets,
meanwhile I'm at the pawn shop, cashing both golden rings,
you coward, saw a path of escape and ran the opening,
my soul is cold and sings, free me and release my spirit,
it's fucking crazy, and y'all wonder 'bout the peaceful lyrics
HOOK:
I feel like I won't be nobody, feel I won't amount to shit,
I got my first stack of money, wasn't much, counted it,
and since then I guess I've been to proud of myself,
I guess I looked back at the past when I doubted myself
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ItsTheory
Member since January 5 2014