It started out with just little things
Was all about the edrenaline and rush
Wasnt til later i found out hope brings
Nothing but shit you have to keep hush
Feelin shady around all my family and friends
Hit the teens and thats when i started heavy
Acted fake around everyone and tryed to pretend
That i would have no conciquences for it in the end
We started out with just all the simple stuff
One night i remember when it got real rough
They came home in the middle of the job see
And i knew the fall was bound to all hit me
Got out and went right back to workin the block
Did this house the last thing i grabed was an xbox
And when i saw the blues i knew our time was bought
Stuck wondering how we could have gotten caught
Turned eighteen and had spent two years in the pen
Had been out for six weeks and went right back in
Because someone rated, But wait wasnt he my friend?
So now im sitting here writing this, at twenty years old
With my mind gettin old, and as everything else turns cold
I wonder if ten years is right for my story to finally be told
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