If you knew me years ago, you probably wont know me now.
I used to be the little girl who would go faithfully to church every Sunday
Not anymore.
I was always the front of the class paying attention
Now the backs where its at with, my best friends
After school straight home, homework was done no stressing
Now, home ain't nothing to me but a place to sleep
I try and stay out as long as possible just not to see my dad.
People always think i had it easy cause it seems like the life they wish they had.
When there was a time i moved out the house nd started selling bags of dimes.
Rolling with my cuz, it was like a family business, so what was the crime.
It ain't hit me that it was a game till my cuz got shot.
That week was also the first time i held my first glock.
But i ain't feel right it wasn't meant to be
That's when i realized this street life wasn't for me.
Society viewed me as trapper and nothing else
But fuck society's view, the view is within yourself
So i decided to stop cause trapping ain't no joke.
But the real reason i stopped was cause of this feeling called hope.
