Grew up a fucking screw up
Ever since I was a seed my momma would constantly threw up
Life was hard and everything seems fucked up
Things are especially hard when u’re just a pup
Love was never there and hate seems to fill the air
And im sure we all have our fair share
Of poverty and how we all look up to god,
But he never once cared
And I remembered pointing my finger to the sky
So I turned to the streets for advice
Tried to be strong and not let him see me cry
Proceed to carry the weight and blame till I die
Fight to survive feels like I was born to die
But somehow I struggled to live my life
Every milestone is marked for all to see
Music is my saviour rap is my escape
Its my solitude and my solace
A totally different school teaches lives great lessons
Lace my sneakers preparation to brace myself
To face adversity and put it back in its place
mark my positions and make my stand
there’s no one else so its me against the world

As an individual money was my motivation
Only priority only encouragement
Oblivious to all your judgement
You don need to hear my explaination
but hear what I say
Friends come and go
Some die and some caught up and get cold
Those are emotional things that are temporal
Attention spent and emotions drained
In this brain of mine, I want it to rain on me
Paper that falls down on me
Money is the only thing that keeps it going
If you know the management it never depletes
It keeps growing
Give me a dollar and I’ll make sure I make the most of it
A day and a night job to sustain
Pain we have to survive to strive towards making our mark in this world
Notice why money is always underlined
It’s the underlying cause of all problems and its undefined
Cos at the same time this dollars and cents are the resolution