*Me (Sketch - Verse 1)

When my first friends died,

nuh-ugh didn't cry,

couldn't believe it at first,

took awhile for it sink in and hurt,

but then shit turned realized the stains on my shirt,

I knew this isn't the boy mama gave birth.

High-school was staring me in the face

I knew this territory was fake,

though it all looked good for me in the beginning

guess what all looks good must be to me deceiving.

Makes sense cuz before the drugs 'n all,

I was always told I was gullible.

If only I met the thugs 'n brawls,

before for I coulda said fuck this school.

But the spotlight that was leading my family off

the mentality I had that would for sure set 'em off,

so if I woulda left I woulda kept that image,

cuz if I wouldn't've stepped then i would of never had lived it.

But do I regret it,

(Nuh-ugh)

and would I have kept it.

(Ugh-huh)

That's why it's so sad to see,

the advantage I received,

coming from what was so simply

my own fucking tragedy.

From the womb to tomb,

its only a thrown til your grown,

and see who is who,

so ya wanna moan before though,

laugh now cry later I thought,

til I looked down, I'm climbing out my crater I dug.