Written in the stars, this shit is a mirage
One minute you're advanced, then hidden in the grass
Now your brightest ideas are the dimmest in the class
You're sober, see your uncle living in his car
You would help him out, but you're the splitting image of your father
So giving is a tardies of tasks
But maybe you could do this mission in a mask
It's a waste of time thinking of the past
Get paid to mind to figures in the dark
You're scared of them, compared to them
We were flipping in the Gaza
Where they could pour a small glass, sipping on the drama
They say what we're witnessing is karma
The guilty wouldn't be so aggressive, the innocent are karma
Telling me to smile while I grimace at disaster
Finishing your masters, your dinner and your afters
I'm sitting with my guard up (guard up)
Work hard, but it's hard luck
My skin is dark blood
That means you know who I am before I talk, right?
And you propose I was damaged at the source, right?
And you get family support, I support mine
No hand-out's, had to force mine
The day I get bored, I'm borderline
Everyday trauma, normal life
Three options; music, sport or crime
The day I get bored, I'm borderline
Three options; music, sport or crime