Growing Up
if i was to take my past an'
multiply it by my future,.equals nothing
my father up'ed an left me an my brother
by the time i was five an a half
as a kid growing up
with little dreams ,suffering
I was promised alot
but deliver'ed nothing
ive prepared for this day to come
runing scared as a young one
embarassed of my parents
to fucking lazy to raze there owen two son's
they rather pop pills 'en do drug's
this is a battle that's already been won
what drives a man mad
what would push him over the edge
to give up on everything he ever had
with the weight of the world on his,..shoulder
a piece of paper an pen in his hand
this rap i wrote's over,................Craz-e-
.. two links to have this reopened.
- Atty
