[BFAP:]

It's wild how you never know where you life could go

Though so many try to slow your roll

In these trails of life, I ignite to show you the way

If you stay naive and believe what they say 

When they try to break you down and sculpt your mind like clay

I was a special-ed student at a school in The Bay

????? , where you  wack counselors tried to bust my tooth 

Because I refused the rules

Cuz I was a ten year old stuck in the wrong school for two years

How would you react to fear? 

That's why I was so hard to grow near to

Another human being until the age of 19

I'd seen my mother go through different levels of rage

Living with her was like being locked in a cage

Like my pops who's trapped in a world of crack and cocaine

But I never hold him to blame 

If I should barely fly from the broken picture frame I call my reality

And blow away into a suicidal breeze

I've been learning more about me

Trying to help kill the anger I see

And became in the rain

I tried, but it's so hard to open up inside

I'ma feel like I'm dying

It's only so high I can get before I start feeling like shit

So excuse me if I act too rude



[Chorus:]

Excuse me if I act to rude

I've never been a victim to the rain

How many tryna live they lives, and the sprinkle drops of pain



[PSC:]

It's like a bad attitude was possessing me to dis her

If in turn she had left, I can't front, I would miss her

Almost everyday I think how my head blew up

Thinking I was too large to be touched

By the public or the simple sense of loving someone who had my back

Surrounded by friends that's all new, it had my act put down for a rap star

Positioning convenience by conveniently placing those who had social status 

In my circle

The workings of a jerk in the making

The pain's taking tax to quicken life in the eye

Trying to figure out why we want to live privileged 

Even down to the little things like sliding in the club

On the guest list forever, very insecure

People live like VIP's within fame as a shelter

It shelters all their loneliness that ego's keep hidden

Forbidden forms of expression in this hip-hop culture or rap game

And so human traits, they many 

Humble and slips through the fingers that hold platinum

Gold plats, I wonder if I ever go back after we blow up, after doing this 

stuff

Enough to drive you crazy

Enough to make you hella lazy

Enough to make you think that's a way to be treated

Immediate forms a conflict, rise within denial

The trial of what lies beside your life files

It combines and confines you inside your moods

And gives some insight to why you too...



[CHORUS]



[BFAP/spoken:]

I never meant to be that way

Something inside burns

I'm a survivor

Burns....survivor

Dancing on the world like Josaphine Baker

How many tryna live they lives through the sprinkle drops of pain?

Rain...

I'm a survivor...survivor of war

Dancing on the world like Josaphine Baker

And Louis E...Louis Armstrong's long lost son