Welcome to my city, not that pretty but I'll stick with it, sick of it, original Canadian you can't get with me unless I give you a permit. Just a dish washer, just a native, just a rapper that won't stop, now listen to me i'll be forever real, my movement will never stop, bro I'm just getting started but I promise you I'll never flop. Grew up in E-town, only got into the rap thing since grade seven, had to release all my aggression. Artistic kid, I didn't matter if it were rap or dance, I needed to let go off my transgressions but I also hoped if I did it I could find romance. To be honest that's how I started, I rocked with it, hoping for acceptance because I hated always being the misfit. I was the awkward kid that could only hang out with the emo's and the druggy's or geeks, I never fit in, a christian kid made fun of because he was a jesus freak. That's why I get mad or question God, I'm reminded of all the nonsense I had faith in, where was God when I was caved in. The world took me in to sin, lost my way, the world has decayed, I see it as I walk through out the day. What is the truth, what it is that makes me-me, I just want to flee, I want to get out of this reality. Ill for real, words that could **** or heal, wondering if there a way I could appeal this deal. I never chose to live, I never chose to be this way, life is full of foul play. I want to change the world but I can't seem to change myself, hate everything and everyone, can't stand looking at ourselves.