[Q-Unique] 

My world was a broken scene and a broken home 

Broken dreams, and an open throne 

My world my mother doing her best at avoiding doom 

Me and my brother sleep on a cot in the boiler room 

My world was a lineup for welfare getting food stamps 

And moms working at shit jobs to feed her two champs 

My world was my cousin leaving the earth in a Hurst 

And my pops reappearing only to make matters worse 

My world was watching dad beating up on mama 

Brining his girlfriend to the house increase the drama 

My world was divided once mom broke out 

Took Jay with her and left me a mind full of doubt 

My world was discovering the bullshit sittin broke 

With dad smoking and sniffing coke with different folks 

My world was stealing from grandma for dads bad habits 

And my cousin John died a heroine addict 

My world was a beat down for bad answers 

And I plotted dads murder, God knows I had chances 

My world was a stepmother three years older then me 

God was at the door, the Devil was holding the key 



[Chorus] 

We all got a story to tell and here's mine 

Told ma the rhyme, she was on the phone tears crying 

Cant imagine why I'm against incredible odds 

Wrote a complaint letter and sent it to god 

I never asked to be born, but I've asked to die 

Never asked for this shit, so I'm asking why? 

What's the purpose of life if you can never prevail? 

Tell me what should I expect when I was set up to fail? 



My world became a planet in the dark sky 

Blood opening the scenes of a shark's dark eye 

Bad spirits is following the sun 

I've got voices in my head saying “son you better run” 

Nine different schools and nine different apartments 

Made my mind dark but I'm a shine regardless 

And that's when the thought of dealing crack came 

I rhymed just to rhyme as a fan in the rap game 

My gun in the innocent face that approached us 

Now the cops surround the cafeteria like roaches 

They found the .45 and the banana clip 

But the bundle of crack was hidden under Anna's tit 

Written letters to the judge, Mothers talk would work 

A slap on the wrist and now I'm free to walk the earth 

But she soon tired and thought that I was hopeless 

So I had to sleep on D's couch, I was homeless 

A peuto rock in a hard place, gotta drill through 

With a stepdad saying spick I'm gonna kill you 

I don't understand why God puts us through pain 

Cast me in a storm and left me standing in the rain 



[Chorus]