When I was little I remember my parents telling me all these ******* stories,
how they did the things they did and what happened later on.
I told my mom you know what I don't got time for these lectures,
and you're wrong I will never fall apart cause' i'm hard as a rock.
Dad, I don't give a **** about the fights or arguments you had,
It doesn't matter to me how your father left you either.
I'm a young man, and i'm well respected.
So then it came to a point where they gave up & left it.
Then it ended with me locked up like a skunk in a cage,
Feeling so much pain from punching these walls.
It's all because the halls,
that i gotta worry about everything I do.
I can't do what I enjoy cause i'm always paranoid.


When I was in I felt like my life was destroyed,
and now I avoid any officer that walks by me.
My parents always said,
Don't be scared son just always be prepared,
but how am I not supposed to be scared now if somebody's got a shotgun pointed to my baby brother's head.
Suddenly I understood sometimes you even gotta be prepared for the day of your death.

I took for granted of what they said, and now I can see it.
I was born a baby in diapers,
and now I look at myself and I am a disaster.
A fixed one now with not even a frown,
but a smile and I no longer feel like a clown.