My mother told me
If I didn’t start watching my mouth,
I was going to wind up getting my *** beat.

I grew up in a chaos that
would’ve broken you.
Had you begging a God
you don’t believe in,
While crawling on your knees.

As a kid,
I ate punks like you for breakfast
and convicted felons for dessert.
I learned to use my words as weapons,
aimed it directly at the hurt.

Some say I grew up too soon,
Others pitied me at first glance.
I say I rose from the ashes,
And made my own chance.