Shit

Ayo....

This song....

Is for....

U kno what.....

Fuck it..

Ever since I was kid I spinning rhymes,

Spending dimes, spinning mines.

I see the faces of locations I ain been to in magazines, fantasizing bout what it be like, to do that kinda thing.

And possibly,

I'd be happy like my classmates u got dads,

And hug their mom's.

Who got that, life I want I that.

It's so sad.

So I scribble in my notebooks til I speak to the ink that's flowing from me, feeling like I can't keep up wit the cool kids, feeling like I just threw up in the pulpit.

And no I'm not cool nor do wear any cool shit, so that's why I get picked on.

Hit on.

Shit on.

(SHIT!)

now that's a traumatized youth there, won't u go outside maybe you'll feel big?

But I hate being round people but I love folks, Shit, that's a different type of strug-gle.

One verse go (Uh)..

Shiiiidddddd......

I'll see u all on the other siiiideee..

Goodbye,

I need some time, tryna get me right (riiight)