Since i was ten i felt something inside of me
Every day it grew stronger took control i couldn’t see
By 10 and a half didnt know who to be
Followed wrong shoes but i always blamed it on my grief

By the time i’s 11 crying in my room
Ask mom wheres dad, “it’ll be soon”
Left alone as a kid i was doomed
Then my mind started to lose clues

Made it to 12 i was knocking on a cell
Fighting a case bouta say fair well
Just a kid but i was made to sell
To a bunch of junkies who are fucking dead now

Dragging ass to thirteen
With a heart that’s hurting
Experienced the pain
I was still learning

By fourteen circumstances grew me up
At a young age sipping out a double cup
Dabbled into drugs cause my mind was fucked up
Decided that i wanted out of this slump

Grabbed some random pills
Threw em down and chilled
Patient waiting for my death
But i dont fear

Made it to 15 with two failed attempts
Found a razor blade it started with a slit
Trapping full motion at this point shit
Still always broke no food in cribs

Scars cover me i’m abused
Year sixteen I relapsed on blues
Diagnosed borderline Had no clue
Until i popped some pills and flew

At 17 my emotions scarred
Had brothers die and bitches break hearts
In the car i was rolling up to spark
Flicking a lighter only way that i could start

Now im eighteen still feeling the same
Stuck in a blur repetition for days
End my life then i’ll be okay
Motherfucking lames never noticed it’s too late