Late at night, when i was 8 or9 i snuck out all the time.
It made me free , let me release by mind from tryin to think.
All day i was stressed, only ever heard how much every body hated me
a burden on my grandpa, as soon as my teen mother left me
A trouble maker in school, i had a talk with the principal at least twice a week
Fights for fun or random beef, never would have expected so much out of a white boy like me.
Just wanna close my eyes and think, **** what the world may belive
Walkin under stars and avoiding cars while i was expected asleep.
it was all good till 12 or 13, when the police responded to a call and caught me
Long blond hair covering my blue eyes.
disguiseing my good side
A hoodlum that takes the name with pride, it was just a matter of when I would get caught again.
sneekin out late at night just to walk for miles and only sometimes get high
I just hated having aged children tell me what's right.
Can't say it wasn't good for me, the struggle gettin home late at night built up maturity