Thirteen

Creepin thru the cities with my siblings
Smoking cigarettes when shouldn't be
Xanax Percocet, Ritalin, on some Malcolm middle shit
This is back in a simpler time
Before my mama helped me cop that first ride
God Bless
And I'm sorry for my youth being live
Lookin back like how the fuck did young Tom Cee survive?
Shit, I was only 13 before I
Knew the teachers was wrapped up with all the gossip and lies
Refused to feed it because fear is nothing but a disguise
And I never craved to fit in with none of those fucking guys
Just keep it easy, always focused, always raising the price
The rest is easy, enemy season once I'm seeing the whites of their eyes
I'm elemental they tried to call me mental but I
Stay dropping bombs, go get a shelter, all of you in my sight



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Writer(s): Thomas Cain
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