Yeah, yeah, uh

My life is average

My life is average, that's the truth

Yeah, look

Came out the womb with minor complications

Thank God ma’s cesarean was smooth operation

No IVs in me or ventilators

Or parents hyperventilatin’ cause' the M.D. said

“You might need to bury him later”

August 10, 01’

Went down the elevator

And left OC Global Medical a healthy son

The drive home was smoother than my newborn skin

Exited the 55 to a humble residence

No, I didn't grow up in the projects

The slums, Sodom, where rocks get slung

And blocks gettin’ spun by some runnin’ round with choppas

More like a typical Southern California Suburb

Where birds and sirens ain’t disturb the silence

Where crime is minimal and kids can shoot hoops

Without fear of violence from criminals with “do-do-doos”

Only saw shots like that on the news and in the movies

A hard environment wasn’t part of my origin story

I won’t forge it in to gain your pity or glory

Life in the city of Orange was pretty ordinary, even boring

Wasn’t much different when I moved to Cypress in 03’

I’m grateful though, I had everything I needed

Like a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in

AC on the scorching days, heat on the cold nights

Food on the table keepin’ my stomach satisfied

Man, at the time it was only four of us

But I blinked my little eyes and poof, we were a force of five

Fortified in our home, man those times were some dreams

I remember finding joy in the simple things

Playing hide-and-seek round’ the house with my siblings

Making friends, learning lessons at King Elementary

Playing with my Legos spending hours just imagining

Fantasies that could be

Man, I made so many memories in OC with my family

Thank God those times were filled with routine and not tragedy

*Trumpet Solo*

Fast forward, it’s fall, 2011

My fam and I packed our things

Headed east down the 91 to the I.E

No place on Earth is Heaven, but it was evident

My new home was even better than my old residence

Everything was new

New crib, new neighbors, new friends

New school, new papers, new flavors, new tools

But after years began flyin’ by and I began to settle in

My new life became more and more predictable

Yeah, I admit, life hasn’t been that different since

It ain’t extraordinary

But I ain’t trippin’ I’m just glad to be alive

Cause' this morning I could’ve been mourned in a mortuary

But I woke up just fine

It’s just that lately I’ve had questions on my mind

Questions that make me question the reason I write

Like if my life ain’t one of pain and struggle

And if I ain’t ever have to hustle in these streets

Will anyone take my lyrics seriously?

Cause' many rappers in the industry had to

Shovel their way out the mud

But no, that just isn’t me

CHUN, your life isn’t perfect

But sure isn’t difficult

Problems are trivial, minuscule

You didn’t start from the bottom

Or come from the pinnacle

You from the middle, fool

Your life is typical

No, you don’t got a real story to tell

If you ain’t face trials from hell

If you don’t got real conflict or enemies

You ain’t not hero

So please stop pretendin’ your music is savin’ the people

This art just arbitrary nonsense

Spit by an “innocent calm kid”

You from Corona, not Compton

Quit talkin’

Hey, am I average?

“You’re just average”

Am I average?

“You’re just average”

Am I average?

“You’re just average”

“You’re just average”

“You’re just average”

“You’re just average"

"Agh, hmm

I gotta get up

Agh, nah, maybe 10 more minutes, yeah, yeah

Let me check the time

Oh nah, I gotta get up"