Yea, 2 O'clock one gun to a head
young boy got shot. His girl grew up
now she got knocked. Didn't have cash so she sold rock.
Her new man started abusing,so she started using
Son grew up,moved away started music said "I had to find some way to fuse wit it"

He's been bullied but he's still screaming "One day Imma prove it" white boy in a black industry tryna start a movement "yea its so fucking stupid" but he promised to himself that he'll do it
He's just tryna tell the kids that its gonna be okay, that the pain won't stay it will go away, cuz he's been through it all hoping and praying one day he just gets a call saying a record label wants to get involved. Dark days, cold nights, shouldn't have to fight just to stay alive. But its hard to sleep cuz his parents died so he never shuts his eyes

Wipes off his tears he was taught not to cry. But when he picks up that pen a new life begins, writes about that crazy life that he lived, he clears his mind, makes up a better time
With better rhymes, now he has a smile, no he never frowns, once was lost but now hes found
God can you hear me? I know you're around
I haven't talked to you in a while I hope that you are proud I know my uncle and my grandma looking down.
I'm on my knees screaming at the clouds
Like when is it my time? As I sit feel like my life is priceless. God I need help show me the path of righteousness. Tears falling on the paper as I'm writing this. Hold on as tight as I can cuz its filled with bliss. Don't blink cuz there might be something that you miss. Cuz this is it. There's only one life that you really get. So I just sit and reminisce about the stupid things I did as a kid. I guess it is what it really is.