Verse one
Two weeks before my old man busted up in her
My moms never walked slow
Now she smoke cracksit backand listen to talk shows
I hope she don’t eat pork fried rice tonight
Seethe cholesterol already got my arteries tight
I might select even before she injects her lethal chemicals
To wrap the umbilical cords around my neck
ShitI’m pissin’ in the abdomen
Two and a half weeks oldalready thoughts of stabbin’ men
Unravelin’ plots and plans for thievin’ and shit
Immune to the gospelnot believin’ in shit
Where the fuck do I go from here?
Cuz when the afterbirth disperse it’s hard to persevere
I swear I can’t fuck with it
She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and I’m stuck with it
The asthmaticinternally scarred from crack addicts
Who share needles outside in the rain on kraftmatics
And laugh at it
I guess for them it seems funny but soon
I be the nigga who kills for petty money presume
Inside this temple of doom we throw the womb
I bloom to be emitted in juneconsidered a coon
Livin’ my life incomplete though
On the edge of destructioninvetro
Chorus (x2)
I’d rather not be born
Than to be scorned in this world of hate
Where life escape me and stick me like thorn
Wild like child porn
-ographythe autobi of the unborn
Verse two
Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity is my light
Fear it but very coherent that there’s a fifty percent chance that I might
Not make it in spite of the factit’s my life
And can’t take itknowin’ that I’m losin’ this fight
To contradiction
The love with the hatred inviting friction
Umbilically inflictedwatchin’ my life go down like christion
Understand mommy dearest is confused right now
But my faith brings us through somewaysomehow
From now I vow to invest the livin’bow only to god
The coke’s tokes and tell-lie-vision violence already got me scarred
Disregard what the devil allowed on my set
This city’s number one threathuh
Bet I could probably run for mayor on some shit like that one day
Or get my hustle onjust like my dadquiet as kept for the long stay
Flow as a positive form to first step
I want some friends and a ill-ass fuckin’ neighbourhood rep
600 benz gooseneck with a nakamichi system in it
Graduated from a rookierolled-up windows tinted
Desire presented for ice creambig wheelslocal rented movies
From power rangerslion kingtoy story and goonies
But the bombat least that’s what I heard
Beyond my 9 to 5’s I write a dope rap song
But with your insides gone the vision is frail
Dreams can’t set sail
From all that unprotected sex and cold ballantyne ales
Oh wellI still prevailGod always has something in store for me
Outside this hellmove on
Torn in the eyes of allahscorned when the dawn distortion upon
My abortion clinic visit in the morn
Chorus (x2)
I’d rather be bornshine as the true and livin’
Spawned to live this gift to the fullestshit is on
Still rethinkin’ my position until I’m gone
Mission is to elevate mind
Glistendestined foreverweather the storm