Life story's may not always be remembered, we all won't be here forever, remember, we all got feelings, preaching verses off my head, can't seem to get out of the bed, workin' hard like I said, I used to cry in the bed, all night all right, getting bullied at school for my skin color, while y'all laughing all around the f**in' street corner, but don't be surprised when I walk to school wit a pistol pulling y'all to the ground, outta shove it up y'all a**, I can't escape my past, my life's goin' to f**ing fast, this could be my mother f**in' last, hell no, I wanna keep rapping on this mic, when I don't even f**ing have one, just like I apparently ain't got none, i'm suicidal I don't know how you can't f**ing see none, i'm f**in' done, f** my life, (is it done?)