Miss me, i miss me, the cowards talk and diss me
Streets got me parked by where they sleep, memorizing their routines
They're somebody's homie, but i'm stuck on how they wronged me
The pen or death don't sound bad when you poor beat down and lonely
Happy face is my murk face, i be depressed on my birthdays
Pain comes from breathing, prayers come from a hurt place
Ain't no need for stressin, my pastor says, he ain't right
It's more people than blessings, so somebody ain't gone eat tonight!
School taught me lessons i can't apply to the real world
It did teach me how people are, we punk the boys and rape the girls
TV got me wanting to live it up, CDs got me wanting to give it up
God created us in his image, greed fucked that picture up
I see stuff so differently when i think about what they did to me
I'm in this club with my eyes closed and nobody better not say shit to me
I promise you, i promise you, it DO NOT hurt like it used to
You never forget the way a dead body stares right through you when you're broken