From sittin’ in parks, spittin’ my bars/
Wrist full of scars, it was writtin’ in stars/
That one day some way I was destined for more/
A runaway, gun to spray, on a quest to the door/
That’s outta reach, about to teach a class in lyrical mastery/
In battles beat ya ass make ya scared to go after me/
It’s therapy calmin’ me, like holdin’ my dick/
Findin’ time to record between overtime shifts/
I know that I’m sick, but no one agrees/
Where’s the next great rapper? I’ll show ‘em it’s me/
To me flowin’s a breeze, whether poems or frees/
Or written’s, I’m spittin’, not goin’ to breath/
Like growin’ from seeds my ideas form/
I lie here bored fast light years forward/
Got a priceless flow, to me a grand is worthless/
Whether planned, rehearsed or just random verses/
A lotta these problems are family dramas/
They say you shape your own like pottery classes/
My ass is in and outta hell like sins are/
My brother is in and outta cells like sim cards/
It been hard, he’s done wrong but nothin’ unforgivable/
Told how to live and who he’s he gonna live with too/
“He’s not gonna live with you and not his parents or girlfriend/
And if he sees his kids you can be sure that the world ends”/
He’s no angel but inside it’s killin’ me/
He’s a frightened kid to me and his life’s a misery/
Where’s the violent killin’ spree? The criminal genius?/
He’s a schizophrenic father that’s livin’ for Jesus/
Nothin’ ever will please the social services/
Rock the boat on purpose its total nervousness/
No hope, no certainty its crazy see/
They take kids from good homes and miss Baby P?/