evolution of the kid

hey

young world

wanna hear a story?

how's it feel to be overlooked

underrated and hated?

stomach pains in the belly of a city hungry

if one of us made it to prominence is a mentality

of crabs in the barrel

reality is pretty ugly

well

let's back up cause my story ain't a fairy tale

it's really real

ain't had a chance

i ain't have nothin'

i could barely feel

all's have was these neighborhoods i know very well

in a fiery will

some pages in my diary

i would spill

lyrics on my paper

violence around me

it's on me

i blindly feel my books like a zombie

measurin' these stories with my bare hands

pictures of this grimy game

i stall it like a pilot in a kamikaze plane

a decade of pain tells me i'm a grown man

i live my life holdin' death inside my own hands

the kids that i grew up with locked up or inside a box

there ain't no runnin' here

your only choice is fight or box

the music pushed me through the ghosts that's in the hall

toasters and the dope sickness

ferociousness and all

the hopelessness of watchin' overdoses and the horror

suicides and murders

i can't take this shit no more

i had these posters on my wall and this music in my room

it took me out my world

it would shoot me to the moon

yous' a fire burnin'

i'm determined from this higher learnin'

put me on a different road

engine revving

tires turnin'

ever since i'm 7

i just know where i got to go

trapped in this vicious dome

but i'm back

this is home

they said i could've been a star

but i lost my logic

my heart is harder than the bricks in the boston projects