| Since ‘91 I been a menace, for real | 
| Born rotten and exposed | 
| The rose in a garden full of hoes | 
| A flowerbed of souls | 
| Where the flowers never learn | 
| They can go, they can grow, they can | 
| They can be something | 
| I’m a bird, I’m a bird, look at me frontin' | 
| Be confused and obtused, gotta mean some | 
| I don’t feel, I don’t feel, I don’t mean nothing | 
| Mama looking around, what you gotta say | 
| You probably never gave a fuck about me anyway | 
| I know I’m foolish cause I love you with my whole soul | 
| But I keep running so I ain’t gotta to go home, I don’t wanna go home | 
| Running from the fire and my brain’s in my ozone | 
| Running from the pressure ‘til I cave in my own home | 
| You don’t understand the obsessions that I got | 
| I need love, I don’t feel that shit a lot, nigga | 
| Been alone from the motherfucking jump, man | 
| Every battle, every hurdle, every hump, man | 
| Bitches like to feel it or they motherfucking don’t, man | 
| Tell em draw a line and do the motherfucking shhh | 
| Man, listen, I don’t talk about myself, oh no | 
| You don’t get it, you don’t feel it, nigga, oh no | 
| Where I’m from is a nightmare not a smoke show | 
| Niggas never make it there, they never make it, oh no, nigga it’s up | 
| I’m from the generation that is scarred and abused | 
| For real, man | 
| You’re either dead or you’re dying or you doomed | 
| And what’s worse is nobody’s got a clue | 
| Of what the fuck that I go through in my brain | 
| That there’s a fucking beast off the motherfucking chain | 
| That I’ve been having dragons and my heart be in flames | 
| Til I’m broken and too vulnerable again | 
| Love, nobody ever showed me what it was, my nigga, for real | 
| I’ve been beggin' since a youngin', since a cub, my nigga, for real | 
| Saw into your pretty blue soul like the rainbow | 
| A third eye, saw your devil in your angel | 
| We tried to love each other from a different angle | 
| Unfortunately, we still got strangled | 
| I don’t even know if «I'ma make it to the next day» | 
| Every day I wake up and it feels like it’s my death day | 
| You can see inside me like a motherfucking x-ray | 
| Losing to my demons in a motherfucking chest game | 
| It’s a hard life, I choose to lead the memories so lucidly and | 
| I’m just speaking truthfully, it’s hard to breathe, it’s hard to breathe | 
| Damn |