Ar from paradise lil girls getting touched on in the projects cause we never taught you men women are not objects the world so cruel we gunning down future prospects taking young men out of their conquest i ask everyday why tf they treat us like monsters like we not living breathing things like we got no conscious when i was younger i was delusional like i know things are rocky but we’ll always strive & prosper but i was just out here acting like i wasn’t hungry and In pain hand me a Oscar far from paradise but even in that I’m thankful for have a life to be able to use my voice & grab a mic could’ve been one of my gd homies and grabbing a pipe , packing a knife always reactionary ready to fight could’ve been my smaxk laid up on the operating table fighting for my life could’ve been my bestfriend vangie who i spoke to a few days prior and things were find and dandy now she gone heartbroken & depressed and i still wanna ask myself what’s wrong but i can’t so i write it on these songs & if i never ever make it just get these tapes and play it for some lost kids who never had shit bet they cherish it like a mattress that they be doing black flips on speaking of mattress i Am so slept o…fuck that spit the honest truth they won’t get it now but bet they follow suit like a cop chasing a **** in hot pursuit Idgaf what they preaching that is not the truth , everything i done was mission impossible, hurdle over every obstacle you lil **** show me everyday what not to do , never blame a man for misfortune ain’t shit stopping you ,at war with myself Shit getting uglier than the babadook, could’ve been a gangsta but you **** ain’t my target audience all that did was show me what not to shoot 1 rule never treat me like I’m optional im not replaceable honest to god speaking it’s not debatable man up the world ain’t gon cradle you , learn patience’s that’s what players do , i know it seem like the world is breaking you but think about all the ppl it’s taken too & you still here you might tears in ya eye but you still hair like the curl on a rabbi , you wanna be coddle but life ain’t letting so you better go full throttle advice to myself is what i do when i lose hope when all the flames have died and you see is smoke when you got everything to say but you choke , when ain’t shit funny but they take you for a joke , when you got no life vest and you praying to god you float