its like so many people understand the strees iam feeling its like

iam traped in a cage and screming body so cold pain i cant

be feeling growing up with a missed up child hood with a fucked up

father figure. as a child  growing up, had ambitions of better thing's

thought id be able to take on whatever life brings with noe one tellling 

us what to do so we turn to the drugs that 

ccorrupted the mind of the youth and all we got iss the music we vibe to

stressed out so we pop another track that we vibe to late at night wishing you were

dead too broke as fuck  not a penny in a shoe 

walking to your room with evils plots how u can rob the bank to so grab couple of your

frinds and listen to what i gota tell you  fuck school and what every they tell you 

they dont give a fuck there just trying to make a buck or a doller out of you

i lernd more from watching tv then  in school  





It still burns understanding your mothers tears runing down her checks 

you just wanna grow up and blow up be this supper star that  every body

no's about with broken dreams and broken promises that you 

cant no longer go about so what you do is hide your self in your room 

trying to think how you can go about this fucked up life that

everyone noz about trying to excape the world

with the drugs you no about now your on the floor half past dead glazing 

at the sealing and all you can see is anger and range hering thes voices

of war life flashes before your eyes and this is what you see 

a fucked up father violence and drama not a happy mooment 

passes by you its like you just wanna take a gun and blow out your brains 

too telling your self your stronger then that and you no its true all

the sudden you see your

mothers face too now its like the pain is just liffted into the

empty space where you where  just caged