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A lot of people say make the most out of life
I really couldn't I wanted to make it out alive
In a foster home every day was like rolling dice
I knew it's not my home it was to hard to sleep at night
I really wish I wasn't even there
I really wish I didn't even care
In the foster home and I swear I was going mental
Well to be honest I didn't even feel sentimental
All I had was ideas paper and a stupid pencil
I didn't know how to feel, our parents left us mom smoking seeing dad popping pills
And I'm thinking if my head dang my fam going to get killed
I don't know how to feel uh
Going to school in the hood was hard for me
I mean I had a couple friends Damien, Xavier and of course Zachary
It was probably a nightmare I mean it had to be
I didn't even know what was morality
I used to use my past as a lethal weapon
When I was ten I had to deal with suicide and depression
I used to think up in my head that It was always a lesson
P.s. to you mama I'd rather have presents over presents
I don't even know what to do anymore
There's an opportunity and it's right outside the door
I'm going to grab it and flip it and make it my own play
I'd pray to gad everyday that we made it out okay
I used to use my past as a lethal weapon
When I was ten I had to deal with suicide and depression
I used to think up in my head that It was always a lesson
P.s. to you mama I'd rather have presents over presents
I used to use my past as a lethal weapon
When I was ten I had to deal with suicide and depression
I used to think up in my head that It was always a lesson
P.s. to you mama I'd rather have presents over presents
I Thought this pain would last forever I had no hope
Used to act out because of my pain people thought it was a joke
The nights I couldn't sleep I just stood up and wrote
All the pain that I was feeling sometimes my pencil broke
I used to use my past as a lethal weapon
When I was ten I had to deal with suicide and depression
I used to think up in my head that It was always a lesson
P.s. to you mama I'd rather have presents over presents
I used to use my past as a lethal weapon
When I was ten I had to deal with suicide and depression
I used to think up in my head that It was always a lesson
P.s. to you mama I'd rather have presents over presents
I really couldn't I wanted to make it out alive
In a foster home every day was like rolling dice
I knew it's not my home it was to hard to sleep at night
I really wish I wasn't even there
I really wish I didn't even care
In the foster home and I swear I was going mental
Well to be honest I didn't even feel sentimental
All I had was ideas paper and a stupid pencil
I didn't know how to feel, our parents left us mom smoking seeing dad popping pills
And I'm thinking if my head dang my fam going to get killed
I don't know how to feel uh
Going to school in the hood was hard for me
I mean I had a couple friends Damien, Xavier and of course Zachary
It was probably a nightmare I mean it had to be
I didn't even know what was morality
I used to use my past as a lethal weapon
When I was ten I had to deal with suicide and depression
I used to think up in my head that It was always a lesson
P.s. to you mama I'd rather have presents over presents
I don't even know what to do anymore
There's an opportunity and it's right outside the door
I'm going to grab it and flip it and make it my own play
I'd pray to gad everyday that we made it out okay
I used to use my past as a lethal weapon
When I was ten I had to deal with suicide and depression
I used to think up in my head that It was always a lesson
P.s. to you mama I'd rather have presents over presents
I used to use my past as a lethal weapon
When I was ten I had to deal with suicide and depression
I used to think up in my head that It was always a lesson
P.s. to you mama I'd rather have presents over presents
I Thought this pain would last forever I had no hope
Used to act out because of my pain people thought it was a joke
The nights I couldn't sleep I just stood up and wrote
All the pain that I was feeling sometimes my pencil broke
I used to use my past as a lethal weapon
When I was ten I had to deal with suicide and depression
I used to think up in my head that It was always a lesson
P.s. to you mama I'd rather have presents over presents
I used to use my past as a lethal weapon
When I was ten I had to deal with suicide and depression
I used to think up in my head that It was always a lesson
P.s. to you mama I'd rather have presents over presents
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Writer(s): Roman Garcia
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