How’s it feel to be overlooked, underrated and hated, Stomach pains in the belly of a city hungry, If one of us made it to prominence is a mentality Of crabs in the barrel of reality, it’s pretty ugly. Well back up cause my story ain’t a fairy tell, it’s really real, Ain’t had a chance I ain’t have nothing I could barely feel, All I have is these neighborhoods I know very well, In a fiery will, some pages in my diary I would spill, Lyrics on my paper, violence around me, it’s on me I blindly look through these books like a zombie, Measuring these stories with these bare hands, pictures of this grimy game, I stall it like a pilot in a kamikaze plane A decade of pain, dudes know I’m a grown man I live my life holding death inside my own hand The kids that I grew up with, locked up, are inside a box There ain’t no one in here, the only choice is fight or box The music pushed me through the ghosts in the hall, The toasters and the **** sickness and ferociousness and all, The hopelessness of watching overdoses in the horror Suicides and murders, I can't take this **** no more I have these posters on my wall and this music in my room It took me out my world, it would shoot me to the moon Yous’ a fire burning, I’m determined from this hard learning Put me on a different road, engine revving, tires turning Ever since I’m 7 I just know where I got to go Trapped in this vicious dome, but I’m back, this is home They said I coulda been a star but I lost my logic My heart is harder than the bricks in the Boston projects
How’s it feel to be overlooked, underrated and hated, Stomach pains in the belly of a city hungry, If one of us made it to prominence is a mentality Of crabs in the barrel of reality, it’s pretty ugly. Well back up cause my story ain’t a fairy tell, it’s really real, Ain’t had a chance I ain’t have nothing I could barely feel, All I have is these neighborhoods I know very well, In a fiery will, some pages in my diary I would spill, Lyrics on my paper, violence around me, it’s on me I blindly look through these books like a zombie, Measuring these stories with these bare hands, pictures of this grimy game, I stall it like a pilot in a kamikaze plane A decade of pain, dudes know I’m a grown man I live my life holding death inside my own hand The kids that I grew up with, locked up, are inside a box There ain’t no one in here, the only choice is fight or box The music pushed me through the ghosts in the hall, The toasters and the **** sickness and ferociousness and all, The hopelessness of watching overdoses in the horror Suicides and murders, I can't take this **** no more I have these posters on my wall and this music in my room It took me out my world, it would shoot me to the moon Yous’ a fire burning, I’m determined from this hard learning Put me on a different road, engine revving, tires turning Ever since I’m 7 I just know where I got to go Trapped in this vicious dome, but I’m back, this is home They said I coulda been a star but I lost my logic My heart is harder than the bricks in the Boston projects
