His father died, never knew him to shield him from the rain
Starting shooting heroin at fourteen to numb the pain
Track marks similar to tattoos tell the story of a sad fool
Tragic monologue of a man who became a victim of [bad word] and whispered secrets
His own inner-demons, syringes and lesions
Crack pipes and binges for weekends
Led to benders and blackouts that last for seasons
For no apparent reasons, never had children
He was a child in a man’s body
Found joy in the thrill of the streets and crack parties
Robbing [bad word] dealers, selling dope, selling soap
Locked in the belly of the beast where the felons roam
Gift of gab, quick-witted with the clever soul
Couldn’t keep him from catching a buck-fifty in his dome
Matter fact, more like 250, too shifty
His name was Howie but on Rikers Island he was just

[Hook]

Time and time again as I pick up the pen
As my thoughts emerge these are those words
I glance at the paper to know what’s going on
Someone’s doing wrong, the story goes on

lot of stuff happens that the news won’t tell yous
Loose all L juice, snooze all [bad word] loose
State of the slums, kill four, play the [bad word] Fake ones, they’re coarse with smiles and snake tongues

[Verse 2]
 [bad word] the clan it with coke man, I stand by my own
All by myself grown up but [bad word] you I’m abandoned, disowned
I’m alive and thrivin, drivin like a bandit wit gold
You ain’t got no balls so you don’t understand it at all
I’m America’s nightmare, I’m a werewolf with soul
I’m unbearable with no fam I’m just terrible yo
I have hate in my heart so when I tear a new hole
In all your dreams and ideals, momma where would you go?
Watched my father betray me baby watched Erica go
That’s interference, I just wanted Terrence to grow
Steering clear of all these voices I can hear in my skull
Here in my head, surrounded by these spirits is dead
Who are you to [bad word] and who I am to judge it?
This is do-or-die, suicide on a budget
You can hate or love it but I put it on my [bad word] mother
That I came out and I ain’t going back to the gutter

[Hook]

Time and time again as I pick up the pen
As my thoughts emerge these are those words
I glance at the paper to know what’s going on
Someone’s doing wrong, the story goes on

lot of stuff happens that the news won’t tell yous
Loose all L juice, snooze all [bad word] loose
State of the slums, kill four, play the [bad word] Fake ones, they’re coarse with smiles and snake tongues

The story goes on