There once was this kid, who was artistic minded, and soulless,
Wandering these cold roads, wandering what his goal is,
Wondering if this is golden, I stumbled upon the city lanes,
Was called strange, lame, and gay way before I wrote this,
I was hopeless, wondering where the rope was like screw this…
Father wasn’t here so my mother had to play two roles in the script.

Watching mom struggle to maintain five kids
Barely having food to live, and they wondering why I’m so pissed,
And yelling out nonsense like screw the churches.
I’m losing my focus! God, I’m so pissed!
Screw all you verses, it’s nothing but pure spit!
And I hate that dude Chris! Where are your services now?
They aren’t around when needed, and now I’m going Heathen…
Tired of watching my mother bleed from some s*** that she believe in…

Now im really fading, like erasers scrapping led from paper,
Public head from all these strangers, getting more bread and stacking paper,
Is the life that I desire really worth being chastised in fire?
What if the pastor’s a liar? Am I really wrong for doubting?
I mean I have my beliefs does that make me more evil mothers and fathers,
Abandoning their kid, putting him up for child adoption?
Then call themselves believers at church, and pay their tides…

Lonely kid, still wasting time with this
Rap game but still lame, he needs to change his lane s***,
Haven’t been the same since I first started to spit fire,
In class, god darn it, a guy is going higher
In life, it’s so surprising, it never crossed their minds,
Would I ever get by if wasn’t for a few lines
Of shock that barely rhymed, they only eat the lies,
They never cross the lines of truth, and God so despise it!
I’m trying to grow up, but not leave the stuff I love behind,
But I dress to impress when I can’t even impress myself, it’s all a lie.
What’s the point of living if we’re only going to die?
Fade away, decay, and leave everything behind...