Intro: 
Yeah  crazy ups and downs you know what I'm sayin'? Crazy how the 
world [bad word]  word up. Check it out. Bring it on. 
Hook: 
Lord I try to keep positive  but this life is full of strife 
And I'm tired of trying to conquer it 
Lord always thinking negative what will go wrong will go wrong 
Until the beast in me vanishes 
Verse 1: 
First of all I was born under a bad sign  confinded to torcher 
Never saw what life had to offer 
Time slips away like pop singles on the radio 
Chino never had the doe, I was determined though 
Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel to strangle 
My aspirations from every angle 
From a street corner to a demo deal from Warner 
Hardcore performer, crowd warmer, thought it was on but it wasn't 
I never got no budget, stuck like a glue trap 
It goes to prove that 
Being the greatest lyricist can't paint the full picture 
It's a full mixture, I can't get no, no satisfaction 
Like being blind watching a movie with no closed caption 
I need some time to ease my mind, I'm bested  [bad word] Mr. Wendal my Development is Arrested 
All I wanted to do was rock with my fast [bad word] 
And blast past the mass, collect quick cash 
Did what I did best create, but began to hate 
All these flake music people makin' artists wait 
But I'm a be up there one day 
And soon to slam wax innovate rhymes that my fans consume 
I view this world through my notepad 
Thus expanding my vocab to win, till then, it's all bad 
Hook (x2) 
Verse 2: 
When I was merely a sophmore, went to Atlanta on a false tour 
This ain't what I prayed so hard for 
Dreams broken into individual particles like porcelain 
Figurings attached to me like barnacles 
Now I'm suppose to be happy like Bobby McFerrin 
Keep faith, the only thing holy is the drawers I'm wearin' 
89' I aimed to graduate, no exaggerate 
Evaporating positive energy from inside of me 
To the point where my love for God no more provides for me 
Of course lost pride, obviously the force rides 
To paradise nobody invites but puts the Bill Of Rights 
1430 SAT proving ya, I'm a spick that'll die respective like Rahoul 
Julia 
So cease with, all that street [bad word] 
Expect MC from Chi kid, you gets the wicked priest [bad word] 
Until I see fit, to open my life strife like the pearly gates of 
heaven 
For ? entertainment this is my expression 
Prepare wealth and I'll share self, maybe I can help 
But I'm lost but I be large anywhere else 
The ill eagle, twisted, war novelist 
The problem swallowed us, it takes an activated mind to follow this 
And [bad word] to realm to be ourselves, not to follow a fad or give in to 
trends 
Till then, it's all bad 
Hook (x2) 
Verse 3: 
Unanswereed prayers plays the background, I pull my baseball caps down 
I hide the tracks of my tears from rapping peers 
I finally got on and soon he wasn't a moment to 
I lose my mind, I lose my friends, my daughter and [bad word] too 
I'm going through a strange tug of war inside my mental wall 
Record just went platinum, I'm slapping 'em, I'll show you all 
Cover of Rolling Stones, Vibe even TV Guide 
Was filming my first movie in L.A. when I heard my baby died 
Shook it off without a thought that she was beautiful 
Soul Train Awards I go to not my daughters funeral 
I stay [bad word] and high like I'm imperial 
Surrounded by more white groupies than a Rakim video 
Now life's a tour to me, except the way I was rejected formally 
Disrespected neighborhoods I know supported me 
It's eating me, suicide attemps repeatedly 
What I worked so hard for, ultimately is defeating me 
I'm paranoid my own mom can't avoid being a tabloid 
So she wasn't shocked when my baby flopped 
Caught in the industry, spending money feverishly 
Now I'mve been robbed, I can't believe my laywers