Look, ay

Everybody got their own lives

This what happened in my house

No swings and roundabouts

Just right hooks and lights out

Holes in walls and glasses shattered

They were my timeouts

Nights on grandmas sofa

Mum bawling her eyes out

Strong woman thinking she's a failure but im so proud

Dealt with so much shit and always took the hardest route

But the destinations clear

And I'm gonna get you there

Cuz I dont care

What they talk about cuz it's not fair

That you live your life in fear

Seen you shed too many tears

Gotta make a change before its more severe

Gotta make a change cah

Too many people that I know inhaling marijuana

Tapping on a vein

Tryna find a place to push the needle farther

Sharp pain when they pull out that sword like King Arthur

As a kid they never had no armour

So their lungs be gettin darker

Hidden weapons under parkas

Ready to wet you up just like a surfer

Furthermore, as a kid you want nothing more

Apart from to be adored

As you get older money's the only thing you answer for

And you can't speak like you got a lump in your throat cold sore

Half of my life has been bull just like a centaur

Too many times runnin from the law

Out the backdoor ay

Out the backdoor ay

But these people dying like they fallen roses

Will they make it in time before heaven gates closes

Takin too many drugs too many doses

But surrounded by these fakers with their poses

Stickin their noses, in other people's business

Confidin with the feds, their main witness

Leakin crimson blood as his life disposes

But he, chose his pathway on the road of guilt

But the path is blocked by the bricks he built

As a man you can't be soft or as smooth as silk

But you gotta provide and buy all these gorgeous things

Like a Gucci belt or a diamond ring

That weren't my ambition when it started all I wanted was a diamond plaque

But instead I've seen too many with their eyes rolled back

And these are deep thoughts

So let me take a detour

I could never call a woman a hoe

I was raised by women so that was not what I was told

I never really knew my father

He was runnin round the street in balaclavas

So let me tell you all about the life I suffered

Dad was an alcoholic he couldn't escape the liqour

Getting cards from prison sayin that he missed us

And could we send him pictures

But I was so oblivious cuz I was just a kid

So they tried to keep me hidden from it