[Verse 1]
My mother birth me two years before creatin' a daughter
When things were cool until relations went ill with my father
Pack his bags left Florida became a New Yorker
You wanna hear it got harder, but why should I bother?
Should I tell you that my brother had an eating disorder
Or that my mother had to work three jobs to support us
Maybe it's you wanna hear I was fatherless orphan
And I've seen most of family already locked in that coffin
It's nonsense, negativity can tire me out
And I got problems I don't really feel like rhymin' about
My wife to be practically, at every guy in a mouth
Could have brought you damn disease, which I wouldn't doubt
So I drank any alcohol that I could find in my house
Until I couldn't whine about it, slide it off with the couch
And decided, I'mma make a right in my route
And try to find harmony within its mind that I joust
It's about the music - the celebration of life
Not these fiction fairy tales desecratin' the mic
50 carries nine bullets that he stuck to his pride
And it doesn't seem to remember it's really lucky survive

[Hook] (2X)
It's the same old story again
The one who constantly doesn't
Speak of the struggle, just doesn't fit in
If they don't hear about you losin'
They don't care if you win
We all got our own problems
I don't need to pretend