Termanology - Looking Back lyrics

[Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League] [Hook: CrushBoys] All alone I stay in my room, waiting for something Waiting for someone To bring me out this misery I call home [?] I stare in the mirror I'm looking back I'm looking back, I'm looking back [Verse 1] Sitting in this room, playing on my Nintendo Stomach rumbling cuz my mother's family been broke She left me with my grandma, she's schizophrenic and mental And she smoke three packs, and she ain't open up the window Struggling with asthma, one room apartment Room full of smoke while grandma talked to the wall And she would scream at the air So everybody laughed, but I held her by the hand cuz she was all that I had And this was Lawrence, Ma** My toilet seat filled with napkins Cuz it's only one bathroom to share with the crackheads Holes in the mattress, my clothes is disastrous Hallway smelling like crack and burnt plastic Even though this the past, the memories still vivid Getting kicked out of school and getting whipped in the kitchen And none of this is fiction, different or false written Just the autobiography of a man on a mission [Hook] [Verse 2] Thinking back to 9 years old, I can remember Flashbacks of this pimp O, beating my Aunt Heather Jeans in a small sweater, she would creep thru the hall fed up Looking to smoke a rock so she could feel all better Now I'm all grown and more hungry than ever More humble and cleaver It's all coming together Been thru the storm weather Consistent by all measures, but sick of this small cheddar I'm here for the lost treasure Tryna stay on my grind while praying all of the time Each day I'm making a climb but taking it as a sign Your only given one life, make it something divine Have faith & take the design of satan out of ya mind Snakes and fake friends, know how to hate & pretent Thats why I got me some plans To save up hundreds of bands Buy me some properties, some businesses and some land And bust it down to my fam I hustle hard as I can [Hook]