Story

Yo living the dream of a poor kid with a thug life syllabus

mom thought he was crazy so she got him a therapist

just cause he smoked a little cannabis

caught in some crime for some small time arsonist shit

now he's writing with a pen and paper trying to collect his wit

but he lost his shit now he's looking like he's gone and quit

but he's looking deep in his crypt

and realized nothing else mad him happy

kids thought he was good a demanded more

like make it snappy

now he's bound for your appeasement

like scooby and shaggy

thinks it's decent trying to impress daddy

riding steady like Kudi but constant anger like moody

will never quit like Rudy

even though the struggle is hard and life is tough

he breaks apart a shard in his hand it's clutched

he looks at the reflection and can't feel lust

and the blunt clogging his mind like he doesn't know what

like memories are uncut right out of a directors plot

standing on stage hi my name is Scott

I have a problem

I don't know who I am anymore, like blank, fill in the column

I'm going to walk the plank cornered like a spartan

been tortured since kindergarten

steal my milk carton I start a real problem

make that kids squeal till he's fallen

and silenced cause I ain't no ones minion

stop talking no one asked for your opinion

on the road to crimson but no one knows cause he looks well driven

but no one would bother to ask never mind listen

I'm out of mind and distant all my passion put on restriction

cause I'm a Preadjured victim that had no chance

caught in the same circle cause kids put him in a trance

now he relapsed now all he does is rap and smoke dope

goes to a Christian school and takes lessons from a pope

learning things that were probably never actually wrote

like for fuck sake just tie my next in a rope and push the chair

then say a prayer I guarantee no one would notice

cause the lives we live are hopeless

no one would bother giving a cent to the homeless

wish I could've been like Nostradamus and predicted it

in my subconscious I knew I could've scripted it

just seemed like myths at the time,

but now that I think doesn't seem to be of line

guess we make the world out of our own design

walking blind on a mine field just got our words to yield

doesn't matter how you feel this world will be mine, and seized

gun clocked all you can hear is breeze down on your knees

flow so effortless infecting the populace they'd think he's a novelist

but actually just a crazy communist

that steps on rappers real dominant

and the reign with be permanent like a marker

don't start an argument cause I'm smarter

yea every sport I play I'm a starter fuck my team who needs a partner

number one on the roster any team to face is a goner

better brace yourself cause I'm harder

in any game, chess, how I dress you know I'll pass the test

conquer the quest even smokes cigarettes from all the stress

shit doesn't even effect his chest

now hit the deck I went through depths

hit the button and reset

the lessons I teach call it Scott and robb rap one 0 one

trigger to my head common kid pull the gun .....