a verse a day (day two)

city filled with hood rats they'll jack you for a pack of smokes,

they have weed but they ask you if you have a toke,

shady dealers, they don't get what you're asking fo`,

peoples only interests are packing bowls and slapping hoes,

ya i love to smoke but i have my priority's,

we are the way we are cause we weren't raised formally,

we weren't raised normally, we weren't raised morally,

to summarize it all, we were raised horribly,

growing up in Canada you'll see how cold the north can be,

i saw how everybody acted, i knew there was more to me,

just a little shit i never listened to authority's,

but i had fucking balls, unlike the majority,

i just wanted glory, to finish off my story,

to bust these fucking bars and have everyone adore me,

surely, it ain't as easy as it fucking seems,

too much of a small town to have these big dreams,

we just a bunch of animals, looking for our freedom,

drugs are fucking toxic but its almost like we need em',

even in this cold town everybody heated,

you can't even trust your own blood with your secrets,

people hate this fucking place but ain't nobody leaving,

I'm looking at the bigger picture but no one else can see it,

we fuck up everything in sight and young lings wanna follow,

i guess that they gon' be the young thugs of tomorrow,