Distressed, nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
Today I cried and died inside
This what happens when two worlds collide
I never had a guide, always had to did on my own
Never had a daddy in the home
Now a nigga really grown, with loans
Getting thrown out, by a nigga own
Still bleeding from all the stones
Tossed my way, and you all wonder why I always got filled ashtray
Maybe when I die, I'll get a bouquet
I'm not trying to portray shit
I just be the pit
But niggas could get their wrist slit quick
Flic you off like a fly, and then get high
And forget the whole shit
Yeah, I quit
No matter what though
I'll never lose my grit