My Troubles

Was a Young Kid with acne, nobody backing me

everybody bullying me and after me

under confident and incompetent

I was mentally punished and rummaged through like garbage,

Every time I'd walk into school, bullies be starting shit

even now I feel like I'm bein' targeted

At least I had a few homies that I could hit up

until they got rid of me like "hey man was up, unfortunately you can't stay"

I was never in and out of trouble, always so subtle

as a kid my mum wrapped me in a protective foam like a bubble

the type that always kept me humble, never dare stumble

and I am grateful, but I swear that shit made me hateful

value pride above all other, she's a funny one but never stutters

Cussed a few people nicely, south park, like Butters

I challenge authorities as if they were minorities

maybe it's just a part of my personalities,

disasterfully, I'd gathered get fired like a marshall,

kick my boss in the balls, tip of my metatarsal

kick em over in a bar fight and bash him over the head with a bar stool

Growing up we had no money, struggle just to get to monday

Change in my wallet like a parkin' meter, no one around to feed her

wish I could have, but my mum I never had money to treat her

Never even spending' it for lunch at school neither

Spending it all, making sure family had a had enough to drink

so dehydrated I couldn't think

By the end of the day, barely had the energy to blink....