My Life

I was born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation and no sense of direction
Stranded outside the store window lookin' at a reflection
A piss poor black kid with an ever darkening complexion
Forced to carry a piece for protection, hard like an erection

School suspension and had to explain to my mum
She only felt pain from the aftermatch of that stale rum
Grew up listenin' my life away to NWA, Public Enemy and 'Pac
By the time I was grown up I was smokin' weed and snortin' rock
No sense of worthwhileness, everything I had came with pain
Only time I'd cool my attitude was when the clouds would rain

It was sad to see that when I looked at my family tree, it was dust
Nothin' but coffee stains and faded marks from metal rust
My life seemed bleak and was restin' on my girlfriend's shoulder
But I had to carry on for my unborn child, carry on like a soldier
But it was hard, hard like pullin' out a strong Moulder

I was isolated, contained away in this rage of a cage
Wanted to take my hands off the book and turn to the next page
Had no friends 'cause most of them were probably dead
Most likely killed by the bounty put on their fuckin' head