It´s 2 AM in the mornin
Pressin my alarm again
Stressin over my mom and friends
Sometimes, I wish I was in a coma

It´s 2 AM in the mornin
Pressin my alarm again
Stressin over my mom and friends
Sometimes, I wish I was in a coma

Damn! Wakin up to the cold wind
Sometimes, I wish I was a kid again
Sometimes, I don´t even wanna remember it
Cause one time I remembered what I couldn´t forget
Damn! My stepdad beatin me again
For a bad grade, he must of had A´s
The way he was hurtin me in a bad way
My mom hearin the scream but just turned away
What the fuck, are you people crazy?
I was only a baby, five months when they gave me
To my grandma, who was racist
But I ain´t give a fuck, I just faced it

Like mace to the police, I was danger
Feelin like I´m in a manger
Baby Jesus, save me from the anger
She´s tryin to get me, into this closet I vanished quickly
Fuck that, I took 50
From her purse bag, told her "Don´t miss me"
I ain´t comin back, catch me on another path
I need a bubble bath
Someone, take me in the plastic basket
Sittin on bubble wrap, I´m abandoned
I need a new home, that isn´t damaged
A family whom care, to be parents
Errant, my life on the mic
Might wasn´t raised too right, so I
Had to decide to turn on the light
Do somethin right, before I´m layin with the mice
Rotten alone on my neighbor´s stolen bike

Tryin to think what my afterlife, gon´ look like
It gotta look right... it gotta look right...

Back to my bad life
Another day in the fast life got me feelin like I´m on the crack pipe
No lie, just the thought
Of me gettin that type of high, but I´m in the dark
Where the shadows, follow, your every walk
And as I move, I´m feelin like a shopping cart
Gimme this, gimme that son
What´chu mean - ain´t you supposed to be my mom?
Why don´t you ask God, I worked hard for these two dimes
I care what it´s worth - just the fact that it´s mine
Check your purse, don´t you got

My life savings that you´ve been savin from birth?
Oh - I forgot you spent that
On your own gift wrap - I ain´t get shit last Christmas
But a hug and a family wishlist for next year and shit
Huh! ´Round next year and shit
I´m gonna be on shit you can´t even pronounce, in English
I got anger
That´s why I paint these songs, visually painting
It´s awful ain´t it? A little (Pinky) in (The Brain)
But hopefully, time is the pain
Cause as of now, I just wanna run away... run away...