When i was a kid they told me i was not so normal I couldnt understand why so many people looked at me so funny Like as if I werent even formal Growing up they gave me the nick name bunny I was as smart as i was quick Allways did things like a dart But as people began to know me they ran saying I was sick Some said I was mental So I began to be real slick Started robbing when i was nine Because my dad left me at the age of five Momma allways told me look at the world and tell it everytime you can Im a fine man And i cant be knocked about So I steped up and made every dream come true Even though many told me to kick the can I said look at me now I drew the plan But even though I was a success I knew throughout the years i was still so so sick Then one night after 2 or 3 shots I came down felling I was blessed But the anger that was in me would never really rest I made bullet holes through the walls that went chick chick chick I will allways be crazy inside