Since my birth my lifes been laced with the white,
So it only makes sense that I escape threw the lines.
And hard times made it so i quickly understood have to depend upon myself if i wanna make my life good.
I wish I could take old friends to my future places.
But see sucess makes strangers from familiar faces,
What a waste cause i got the taste of victory,
Prostetic friends treat me bad cause they envy me my mental be,
No matter what im all alone, people stay around you till you need em then theys gone.
My own momma kept me so that she could get a check,
And when the fundin ended best believe thats when she left.
All the stress used to make me wanna end my breath,
Until i tried twice my ticker said it wasnt time.
Men lie so i only trust my thoughts to the pen and its gonna be that way until i see my very end.