life

i'm tried of people thinking i'm the devil,

it just because they cant get on my fuck'en level,

the thing i say don't mean a thing to you,

then why should i spit this all to you,

my life story, will have intimidated ; depressed and leave you with unrest,

pain in your chest, that's why i don't wear like a crest,

i just put it to rest,

in the back of my mind, i hope you don't ask me anytime

i focus on the future instead, so i don't loose my head,

pen and paper next to my bed, write anything that come to my mind,

because writing this shit out might help me figure it out.

 

ya i did't grow up on the streets, so i have no street cred,

i lived with my mom, that had three kids at the time,

doing pill loosing her mind, when i saw this made me sick

i was only 10 at this time, i started smoking weed

fog the pain in mind, then when it open my eyes,

i'm just like her,

trying to escape my pain,

of seeing something that cant be explained,