• High school. Man what a time
    I sat in the corner of disorder writing rhymes
    I had this notion that my choices were all mine
    People came close by but I said I was fine
    but it was a lie,and boy, I did that a lot
    I kicked and I screamed, I yelled and I fought
    with each thought. Turn around on the spot
    and see the pain that I got. The stress made a clot
    In my arteries. That part of me is dead now
    I fall in bed. "wow"
    Let's look at the day. The evil things kids'll say
    Turn away and get your a** kicked in three ways
    But man, those were the days
    of disgust and decay
    And If I must say, Dont think I ever did pay
    for anything cuz plenty of things are easy to steal
    especially when it was three days since your last meal
    Do you get how I feel? This raw end of the deal
    is more than just real when your blood is congealed
    On the floor. Twenty thug drug dealers bangin your door
    Makin you their whore but you just come back for more
    of the darkness
    I got a stolen car. Where should I park this
    So the cops wont find me? Their flashlights blind me
    They've got a vendetta agenda to bind me.
    That's startin to remind me. I was never good at minding
    my manners. Got in trouble for callin a gay kid a party planner
    And when the s**t hits the fan or
    maybe your stepdad gets madder
    than grab a ladder and hang him with a banner
    that reads: THIS MAN IS NOT MY FATHER
    AND MOM, I DONT THINK THAT YOU SHOULD BOTHER
    WITH HIM. I have a tendancy to act on a whim
    and take three or four or eighteen Valium
    and attack somebody
    till their face is silly puddy
    Im out of money but I love you honey
    And If anybody out there thinks that I funny
    Then I guess you must just be real real cool
    but try a few years in my shoes in high school