It's a Life
I was born in Laredo
Raised in San Antonio
Originally from the street
But I walked away without skipping a beat
I know people that sell pills, coke, and weed
But these are things that I don’t need
I went to school
So I don’t become a fool
My friends were used as mules
They were nothing but tools
My life was a tragedy
So don’t feel sorry for me
I was poor
You wouldn’t see it but it’s buried at the core
From eating on the floor or on a box
Now look I’m as clever as a fox
I always got into trouble
At one point my life was going to crumble
I broke down into depression
Every event I went into recession
A couple times I tried killing myself
From jumping off a roof to jumping in front of a car
Yea I guess I went too far
But that’s my life and I’m glad I’m not dead in some bar
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