People say you only go up when you hit rock bottom
But I guess that ain't true for me
I have been lurking in the bottom of a barrel from the day I was born
born into a family of misfits where fights between families seemed fit
didn't get hit physically but mentally was malnourished
every opportunity of escape I found, took me deeper into the barrel where the light wasn't visible
and it seems the plan to live peacefully isn't feasible or doable
all I can do is curse my luck
but I know from time to time even I ******* up
What could I have done, when there was no one to back me up
I'm tired of climbing this endless barrel alone
so instead of getting old
I should end it while I'm bold