I'm cuttin the pain tonight/
It's the only thing that seems right/
As I sit here thinkin in my room/
Sweepin up my flaws like one sweeps dirt with a broom/
Thoughts flood my mind and I begin to rhyme/
Wonderin why peeps fall instead of shine/
Wonderin why violence and crime continue to rise/
Wonderin why kids being molested and chastised/
These acts keepin souls locked up/
Teens chillin now a days with their glocks up/
I aint ever been locked up in the pen/
Never been convicted and thrown in for ten/
This ain't the way it's supposed to be/
But still fightin to keep my soul free/
Like a boxer trains for da big night/
I train to keep my soul right/
Puttin da heat on da page again/
Aint appologizin for da hate within/
Towards those that committ these types of sins/
Lyrically spittin truth and purposely bringin forth reality/
Again, this aint the way it's supposed to be/