Verse1
I was fifteen,
when I come up wit this big dream,
mentality I was sick teen,
didnt see no way out,
even I did scream,
it was horror movie, I didnt fit screen,
I tried my best to avoid this freakin sick shit,
was always gettin 'em stickin fist hits,
how to fix this, come up wit slick tricks,
and mix with little bit of spinnin thick spit,
How the Fuck I can get this!
I was fucked up,
maybe I shud have duck hard,
maybe all this was just tough luck,
or was it meant to be
I found this rough rock,
luv on first sight, I cudnt stop Doc,
to get his creation round me I was so topped up,
it was matter of time when it'd get popped up,
cant get stopped, my mind got mugged,
and I got mocked all beacause of rap i dropped stuck
How the fuck I can get up!

Chorus
Reach your dream and just keep doing your thang,
cuz there's a
one thing that you gotta believe then ya,
never let anybody tell you that you cant(cant)
fo this one thing,
cuz they might not give a damn!
x2

Verse2
My mind's escapin',
it's afraid and,
my mind mistakin'
schizophrening,
chokin and crawling while this shit is gaping,
it's dominating, hating and fucking aiming,
scrubin' its gun n spraying, rating, trying to see me fading,
but aint taking,defeat,
I just wanna believe, there's a better day comin on me,
but I gotta be real, they fuckin on me,
I gotta start gunnin or leave!
well it unfolds, i've done both, the crowd knows, I'm down low,
still can feel the gun smoke,
Burning my skin like a hot steel,
all I feel,
you fuckers cant conceal,
that you cant stop me!
even thou streets seems to know me better than I do,
girls wont get too close cuz they wud die too,
It's like Fuck it!
give me da motherfucking gun then I'll shoot!
I'm stuck, without trust, but I just must try to!

Chorus

Verse3
Life only goes harder,
lonely road's hotter
homely shows gutter,
this war just blows clutter,
his all trust goes farther,
comely grows rotten,
lovely forgotten,
what next? Nothing
but he knows he cant choke it's grose cuz those
who throws those notes oppose they floats
all over this flow of hoes he cant see road,
he suppose,
It is time to put down these motherfucking heroes!
no more games, and no more being afraid,
rip the roof off nomore being in cage,
I've been deep down and picked on and shook on stage,
but I breathe rhyming and I keep fighting
never giving in,
time behind givin me bad vibe,
like when my dad died,
cudnt say goodbye,
so I wud try,
to grow the seed, inside of me, feed it and feel the beat,
gonna let it be seen!