Notes

lookin at my life, you would say its kinda nice, you would say its alright but you wouldn't see the fights. you wouldn't see those nights when I almost hit the light, gave it all up but held onto my pipe. family first. that's what they all say. but then they turn their backs as soon as you stray. wastin our money and wastin our day. your nothing but a pain and your addin on the strain. And its driving them insane cus your both the ones to blame. your childhood was lame, outta control and aflame. you don't remember much, but what you do you cant contain. tell the world, but them words just don't entertain... I aint lookin for money, I aint lookin for fame, Im looking for understanding of the life I have obtained. yes I contributed to the pain, im not denying, my mistakes ill clame I aint got nothing im hiding. Lookin at my life, you would say its kinda nice, you would say its alright but you wouldn't see the fights. you wouldn't see those nights when I almost hit the light, gave it all up but held onto my pipe. okay, let me explain. heroin and cocaine was a game that the adults were playing without displaying their true and vain situation of disdain. this shit had to be normal right? cus now im the one playin. im on the same page, dope is my main rage. dope is what I do to heal a scathe. Dope was my everything from the first day. Got my ass beat and kicked out, the perfect excuse to use as a blame to let myself slip into the rain.. forever I thought i'd stay. I didn't mind as long as there is no pain, responsibility or restraint...