In a small town born and raised.
On that field is where I spent most of my days.
I know this story sounds familiar,
but all the greats start out a bit similar,
so take a seat and let me tell ya.I started from the back at the bottom,
I was a freak, yea I was an odd one,
but that meant nothing to me, no
It all meant nothing to me.
I was a bit different now,
all my peers beat me up on the play ground.
I came home beat with a few sticks and stones,
but I knew one day it'd all pay off on its own.
It hurt then, but now I'm all right.
I said I'm all right.Do you know my name?
Tell me do you know where I came, from?
Do you know who I am?
I was just another kid with a pen and a dream,
now I'm in the big city at 17 trying to be the best I can be yeah!
Do you know my name?I play from coco bay all the way to LA on my own
But is still know my home.
No one back then believed in me, I was alone.
but now my haters are in the front row.
Sometimes if they recognize me,
but then again we were just 14,
all that matters is that I made it,
Yeah I made it!
YOU ARE READING
ALWAYS REMEMBER.
PuisiJust a collection of random thoughts from my mind. Sorry if it gets too dark.