[Intro] Hey, young world, wanna hear a story? [Verse] Hows it feel to be overlooked, underrated and hated? Stomach pains in the belly of a city hungry If one of us made it to prominence is a mentality Of crabs in the barrel, reality is pretty ugly But lets back up cause my story aint a fairy tale, its really real Aint had a chance, I aint have nothin, I could barely feel Alls I had was these neighborhoods I know very well In a fiery will, some pages in my diary, I would spill Lyrics on my paper, violence around me, its on me I blindly feel my books like a zombie Measurin these stories with my bare hands, pictures of this grimy game I stall it like a pilot in a kamikaze plane A decade of paying dues, now Im a grown man I live my life holdin death inside my own hands The kids that I grew up with locked up or inside a box There aint no runnin here, your only choice is fight or box The music pushed me through the ghosts thats in the hall Toasters and the dope sickness, ferociousness and all The hopelessness of watchin overdoses and the horror Suicides and murders, I cant take this shit no more I had these posters on my wall and this music in my room It took me out my world, it would shoot me to the moon Yous a fire burnin, Im determined from this higher learnin Put me on a different road, engine revving, tires turnin Ever since Im 7, I just know where I got to go Trapped in this vicious dome, but Im back, this is home They said I couldve been a star, but I lost my logic My heart is harder than the bricks in the Boston projects
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