Verse one
Two weeks before my old man busted up in her
My moms never walked slow
Now she smoke crack, sit back, and listen to talk shows
I hope she dont eat pork fried rice tonight
See, the cholesterol already got my arteries tight
I might select even before she injects her lethal chemicals
To wrap the umbilical cords around my neck
Shit, Im pissin in the abdomen
Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin men
Unravelin plots and plans for thievin and shit
Immune to the gospel, not believin in shit
Where the fuck do I go from here?
Cuz when the afterbirth disperse its hard to persevere
I swear I cant fuck with it
She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and Im stuck with it
The asthmatic, internally scarred from crack addicts
Who share needles outside in the rain on kraftmatics
And laugh at it
I guess for them it seems funny but soon
I be the nigga who kills for petty money presume
Inside this temple of doom we throw the womb
I bloom to be emitted in june, considered a coon
Livin my life incomplete though
On the edge of destruction, invetro
Chorus (x2)
Id rather not be born
Than to be scorned in this world of hate
Where life escape me and stick me like thorn
Wild like child porn
-ography, the autobi of the unborn
Verse two
Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity is my light
Fear it but very coherent that theres a fifty percent chance that I might
Not make it in spite of the fact, its my life
And cant take it, knowin that Im losin this fight
To contradiction
The love with the hatred inviting friction
Umbilically inflicted, watchin my life go down like christion
Understand mommy dearest is confused right now
But my faith brings us through someway, somehow
From now I vow to invest the livin, bow only to god
The cokes tokes and tell-lie-vision violence already got me scarred
Disregard what the devil allowed on my set
This citys number one threat, huh
Bet I could probably run for mayor on some shit like that one day
Or get my hustle on, just like my dad, quiet as kept for the long stay
Flow as a positive form to first step
I want some friends and a ill-ass fuckin neighbourhood rep
600 benz gooseneck with a nakamichi system in it
Graduated from a rookie, rolled-up windows tinted
Desire presented for ice cream, big wheels, local rented movies
From power rangers, lion king, toy story and goonies
But the bomb, at least thats what I heard
Beyond my 9 to 5s I write a dope rap song
But with your insides gone the vision is frail
Dreams cant set sail
From all that unprotected sex and cold ballantyne ales
Oh well, I still prevail, God always has something in store for me
Outside this hell, move on
Torn in the eyes of allah, scorned when the dawn distortion upon
My abortion clinic visit in the morn
Chorus (x2)
Id rather be born, shine as the true and livin
Spawned to live this gift to the fullest, shit is on
Still rethinkin my position until Im gone
Mission is to elevate mind
Glisten, destined forever, weather the storm
