first song

I was fifteen when I first picked up a pad nd pen

I was 15 when I first dreamt of the word I'm living in

Now I'm 17 awake in a nightmare of evident sin

Tried finding god but I guess I called the wrong residence

now I sanctify myself trough a pipe where pot resin is.

Now my relatives so disappointed and its so evident

Its in the way the giving looks

Cause I chose fixing hooks instead of hittin books

Not focused on an education

Like my sister was

I'm a pain to my parents like a blister was

When she left I only missed her cause

She kept the pressure off of me

Parents happy to see

Her chase her own dreams

Got to college for free receive a few degrees

And her masters but me I wanted songs mastered

Spending weekends plastered

To them just a bastard

Its not that they weren't proud of me

Just that the started doubting me

So I told myself

 

Keep living, keep living

Never give in, never give in

Keep living' never give in let the world roll by as the clock keeps ticking

keep living keep living

Never give in never give in

 

Keep living is wat I told myself from day one

Despite all of life's pressures felt like it weighed a ton

in a town where either your parents proud or you burn that loud

Art of addiction I was endowed sitting behind a cloud

Tried to blend with the crowd but was screaming aloud

wanna be heard; small town no dreaming allowed

Good thing I never do what I should of did

Rule breaker but I'm still a good kid

Driven mad by the city I lived in

But if I could I would have relived it, uh

Days as a child when I never forced a smile

Biggest worry being prices on the candy aisle

Momma used to adore me make choices for me

Like what shoes I'd wear and my motha fuckin hairstyle

Now I'm supposed to be a man, well that's just a pile

Of something smelling vile