So im still tryna spit these
rthymes so i can record a label ,
but this story wont hav a happy
endin its lik a fucked fabel , and
i dont think im able , to stay
stayble , because iv been
surrounded by this shit from the
craddle , but you see i never knew
my mother or my father either , now
to take this all in have a little
breather , you all had ur roll
models and ur teachers , but i was
just a preacher of these incredible
rthymes , see at the time i was
lost and didn know what to do ,
always feelin down always feelin
blue , cause i had a different
point of view , to you , didn
really have a clue , didn know what
was wrong , a lie , or even true ,
i never learned to know never
learned to trust , had to fit in
had to adjust , had to do what i
must , not what i need , so i wrote
this song to hopefully succeed not
to fuck up my life n smoke the weed .
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