Brief history

mom and dad arguing, causing me to lose concentration

ear to the street, they want my head off of the pavement

A Caucasian that won't quit, and is not deflating

So you should stop debatin, whether or not I talk to satan

Is obvious I do, so ya'll should stop the hatin

Watch what you say then, cause I am non-complacent

I grew up a strange way, not been the same since

The same shit repeats in my head, like a gay-synth

Basic rhythm and beats play in my sleep

Till I wake up feeling sick in my sheets

Then I just puke up all the words that were given to me

And you end up buying this twisted shit on CD

My mind is a crime scene, and rightfully so

You might find me in the bathroom, doing lines of blow

It's all just part of life, and I ain't trying to go

But I don't have a problem with dying before I'm old

Sometimes I sit and wonder, if I was predisposed

To stick things in my nose, go crazy, and lose control

My mom always said, I wasn't happy unless I was high

I wish I could prove her wrong, and I really did try

But she was smarter than I was, saw right through the tricks

Livin life like a see-saw trying to balance this shit

Getting high while she slept, disguise my eyes in the morning

It's corny, but I should have listened to all the warnings

Now, I'm not sayin I quit sniffin the blow

But now when I party, I'm not fillin a hole

In my soul, nah, that shit has been filled up

Replaced with motivation, my only goals to kill the-

Whole rap game, the beginning was the build up

So tell me now: are you ready for this slut?