[Intro]
I'm just a kid from Boston tryna do the right thing
Yeah, C'mon
[Verse 1]
I was born into a loaded gun, they tried to cut the cord
Slapped me on the a** and he told me run
And now outside of the gate, that's of the fate on me
I'm the only son
George Chester March, where it all begun
I was bent with a heart full of chaos, to which it went
It would never take a day off, to what's the upside
Tell me where's the pay off, just a fist full of pills
I can't stay off, I gotta a pistol to gamble with some play the hand again
Hear the jam rock, sham brocks and shenanigans
Old man Flannigan, had another plan to win
But if I run the scam I'll probably end up in the cam with him
And I'm tryna go to war poe, or end up on the friends list terming all soul
Everybody on my block got these odd roles, will I make it out alive only God knows
[Hook]
(Why, am I treated so Bad), Am I treated so bad
(Why?) why you treat me so bad too baby?
(Am I treated so Bad) Huh, Apathy
(You know what)
[Verse 2]
I feel God a**a**inated my father wish cancer, so how my religious?
I bet you could guess the answer, a s**er for a clairvoyant and necromancers
Who spent his last dollar on booze and exotic dancers
Hey you up with no morals and really bad manners
With white boys who have more black than black panthers
Puerto Ricans food drop them bombs more than the blacks do
He show respect the homies who pa** with neck tattoos
No one treated like the bottom of the barrel, from the look of all
We burry the blood in the bone marrow, never know for sophistication and intellect
Just some pregnant hoes who curse and smell like cigarettes, walking pieces of sh**
Keepers
Forget, blow the whole text with
External close, speakers a kick
So I leave him with this, f** if they hated the mess, s** a dick
Cause am sick a gettn' treat so bad, yeah
[Hook]
(Why?) Why?
(Am I treated so Bad), can you just tell me that though, please
(Why?) Why? Huh
(Am I treated so Bad) You know
(You know am all alone, while I sing this song) Yeah