my child-hood

ever sense I was young, I was handed mother f****plateful of dung I'm tired

of biting my tongue, i'm a fighter, roll one up now where's the lighter

ive seen a lot of s*** when I was young so don't tell me to bite my tongue,

I hate my step dad, the s*** he did I could never forgive

if he weren't here my mom would be able to live, but she's still in my heart

I feel rage I feel anger and these feelings are no stranger,

there pent up inside of my mind, and I got to release them,

like a pack of wolves im all bark all bite

so If you were smart I wouldn't pick a fight

I got 99 problems, and mr happy I cant seem

im always practicing what im preaching, and when I was six I f***ed

to reach himperson who was supposed to be teaching.