Early in my life The act of hearing art Kept me from falling apart Craving to create I couldn't be like them I couldn't settle down then Dry up and die Why the f** we survived is to my surprise Six years of sweat and fear That was all we ever had It was just enough But for what? Fast love Fake f**s, bad luck, and all those impossible months The best times imagined We were broke and dragging Our lives behind us laughing The youth war pa**ing If I knew then what I know now I would have slept less No memories to be missed Everything has changed Now it's a game of numbers A competition, f**er Know your place Egos dominate And Money discriminates And I don't fit I look at others and i see beneath While others look my way to look down on me I never had sh** to prove For myself to get the kids like me through And that will never change no You're the self proclaimed heir to the industry But this industry never meant sh** to me Never blessed with the mind of a business man Nor impressed with depths of the feeders hands Never blessed with the mind of business man Mind at rest with the heart of a simple man I know its never too late That's why we choose to display New strength