I come from broken down streets where children are beat
I come from locked doors having a million chores
I come from a school with a billion rules
Rundown homes with no one to own
Where I come from I've learned not
everyone can make it, if they haven't earned
I come from where kids get shot for walking down their block
I feel like snappin'
Guns Crackin'
Men rappin'
I'm running out of time
trying to rhyme
Looking for a kind
Mind like mine
~NAE
