Here I am looking down at this paper trying to make it major/Trying to tell my story to gain some glory/All of these faggots second guessing me on mu legacy/All these faggots trying to get the best of me so they mess with me/All these people lecture me and they care for me/They told me I could make it happen and I took it for granite/When I first started rappin’ I was just standin’/In the middle of the ocean trying to be my own ship captain/Then shit happened, I got no guidance/And nothing to do but start writing/Then outta the blue my first mic check/
Just me recording sitting on Tony’s bed/Writing down anything and everything that came to my head/Then my first song, my first jam, all about some girl that “I Wished” I had/Then with my second rap I “Bounced” back, and I still remember when I wrote that/I was mad, pissed at my dad I wrote down some shit that I wished that I hadn’t/
I called a gay kid a faggot and this all goes back to when I just a lad and I didn’t understand/How my parents where drunkies and drugies/
Always drinking “Jack” and smoking ‘Weed” and now I’d like to say that “I’m Sorry” for the way I acted/I was ratchet, when I found all this shit out I over-reacted/I ask “God” why that, I was so dramatic, I was noxious/Packing boxes moving to different houses same couches/
Somehow same scenery, bumping rock music cuz that what I had Chosen or Chosen/

As I got older I found rap as a corrector a nectar/Ironically keeping me out the streets a director a mentor/For all the bad times I was finding Shady had some sick rhymes/And a sick mind that I too would gain over time/I was always nervous and iffy and I quickly/Drew a crowd that always wanted to hit me and kick me while I tried to flee/Then everything turned into a lie to me/Saying “Fuck You” to anybody that didn’t wanna be nice to me/Fuck the band teacher I aint wanna pass, not If I gotta play this shitty ass instrument/Its lips to ass do I really need to paint you a fucking picture of that you sycophant/Fuck you and your white picket fence, your nice life/With your nice wife who never need fight, not in front of the child it might frightened/10 years of this school life and I aint enlightened/All those teachers I aint need y’all “Coach Borden, Coach Castle, Coach Hoyle”/I learned all the shit I need through the turmoil the term royal/Has always seemed fitting that’s whole reason for the shit I be spitting/I’m just kidding I just wanna do this to prove this/I can make something of myself no matter what I’m doing/Alright now sit down and think about if you say mommy and grandpa smoking dope in the kitchen/While daddy’s bitchin’ even though he’s the biggest hypocrites in your life/But you don’t understand none of this yet you’re just so innocent/Now you’re 13 bitchin’ to your friends that you finna end this shit/High as fuck with a bottle of pills you found in the back of a truck/Finna toss some in your mouth and swallow then you wake up crying tomorrow/

Texting this girl about your problems because she’s the one who cares/And you open yourself bear and share, spilling all of your secrets/Your deepest darkest that you usually keep in but you somehow gotta peep them/Shit someone’s gotta see them, then you end the conversation and tell her you love her/She texts back the same but you know she don’t feel the same you still love her/Then one night you get drunk and tell her fuck her, text her back and apologize/She wants you to stop doing but you give excuses why you wanna get high/
Tell her how your family struggling trying to get by and you feel bad what you doing’/Because she’s beautiful popular and cool you still don’t know why she talking to you/Listening to all the bull shit that you pull she still says “I Love You”/I hope she remembers me I could never pay you back for what you gave to me/The want to live and for me it’s so sad to see that this is my reality/