Back in the days I was living in Hell
As a young adolescent I was stuck in a cell
My mind was the cell my cranium was the barz
Thoughts were in transit a
ferrari was the car
Broken home it was rough pops was never there
I'm open-minded to the fact that he didnt care
A substitute was in his place he had his own issues
I got love for my pops still strong as a missile
Penn's Grove New Jersey was some of the worst times
Was when I learned how to shut down and resort to my rhymes
I transformed to from a child and ended up as a beast
I'm surprised while coming up I slipped right through the crease
Bad memories always spark the wrong thoughts
Its lights out for you nigga if you are ever caught
It maybe wrong but right now I'm in my cell
Where thoughts form from my memories I write it well.... see x
