Born September 7th in the local hospital
My mother said she felt so proud when she held me
And I wish I could say my father felt the same way
But he didn't stick around long enough to tell me
My mother worked nightly and with money stretched tightly, I guess we never had too much
So I grew up a screw up who was haunted by youths and taunted and abused 'cause my shoes weren't new but
Being dirty poor left me with a thirst for more
Feeling well rehearsed for war, learning pivotal lessons
My lyrical weapons ensure I never falter
I'm the baddest White whose first name isn't Walter
Alter your course of action, I force the factions who beef to be torn into fractions
And left divided, you don't wanna war, my word's will f** you up more than your entire drug supply did
Love and hate scarred onto my knuckles
One for when I need to unleash my vengeance
And another to remind me of struggles
And all the people I think about in remembrance
Searching for repentance, but don't you know
All the things I've admitted don't measure up a quarter
Of the sins I've committed, I never had the thought to
Try and wash away my sins with holy water
Fighting with Temptations more than David Ruffin
I've made a bed that I hate waking up in
But it's okay so long as I haven't yet quit
'Cause life's all about how hard you can get hit
I fall down but never fall off, I'm fully committed
To making a k**ing from this at all cost
I keep writing no matter how much time is lost
I sacrifice my life like Christ on the cross
This rhyme book is my bible, I'm searching for
Signs of betrayal in the eyes of a disciple
Or the hope I'll fail in the mind of a rival
I won't fall behind or take my eyes off the title
More hungry than some teenage runaways
But I just relax like I did in my younger days
I kick back with a smoke, have a drink of lager
And pray that when I go to hell I'll finally see my father