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Growing up kids had their video games and but I had my thoughts, it’s like for them its name for a battle the still haven’t fought,
Money equal pain in my eyes growing up, because I saw my father cry when we were left in the rote, look at the shelves inside of the stores,
I never seen to have money but yet I wanted more, at that age all my friends just wanted high scores not worrying about nothing or, wanting to become something,
But yet they stayed blind, I knew the real world before the age of 9, all I could do is pray and seek for attention, I did bad at school cause I wanted detention,
Because I passed the inspection cause I was lonely with no connections. I wasn’t the kids selection out in the court yard, so yeah that right I learn to be on guard,
So forget about friendships and I learned to do my rhymes, I hope that day u can hear what in my mind, now grown up I still feel like a devil, stealing from who I love,
And never being on the level, I swear that I’d change but I don’t put the effort,

Every action that I make seems to hurt who I love,
I seek for guidance from the man up above,
I’m sorry my actions I’m now known for a change,
But for all this pain ill take in all the blame,
I’m sorry for the rain from my clouds that I sent,
I now realize all the time and help that on me you have spent,
If I can make it in the world please let it be now,
Because I want to show the world that it’s time to raise my brow,
And show them somehow that I’ll do my best even if I don’t know how.