Find Yourself

He was a child of the 80's
Used to bat his eyelashes smile at the ladies
Sit a [?] round single file like a crazy
Boy with a small frame parents called him lazy
Used to entertain himself his drawings were amazing
Come up in the backyard trees for a gazing
At the skies over Echo Park a live education
Gunshots blazin he would hide in his [?]
Called imagination he would rise to occasion
When it involved his interest and pride with no patience
Kid couldn't wait used to steal what he wanted
Learned Karma quick he could feel when he fronted
Didn't feel good but he wanted to part of
Didn't know behavior like this would be the start of
Low self-esteem and a dream deferred
Started makin stories didn't mean the word
Writing became the art that he preferred
He liked to assemble manipulate verbs
He was shy and sprung
Got took advantage of and didn't mind once
Just a little boy feelin hurt like a man
Played like a toy violin in her hand
Mom used to take him to buy them some gifts
Never once got him a kiss on the lips
Homie got smashed on the floor when they dissed
He liked girls young and he didn't know why
Couldn't know himself yet couldn't even try...

Teenager of the 90's
Talent getting bigger but self-esteem tiny
Found himself a little, squad or brigade
Odd man out on the quad in the shade
Started growin dreads cause he wanted to be different
Didn't give a shit about the classes he was missin
Sprung on a bad girl tension on a mission
Life in peril on the path of addiction
Started smokin cigarettes and weed out in [?]
Walkman bumpin didn't think he needed to listen
To the teachers who gave him a ride home after school
Tried to talk to him he was actin like a fool
Wanted to be cool didn't want to be a mule
All around wuss gettin told what to do
Stupid young dude with his nuts in a vice
Ended up having death threats on his life
Fuckin homies girlfriends never felt worse
So he dropped out of school started drinkin and at first
It was fun felt good he was brave writed fast
Rapped on a crew in a cabin in a path
Livin in a studio not makin any cash
Mom kicked him out straight dumped on his ass
Smoking weed all day 16 on a fast
Track to the grave couldn't know himself yet

Now it's 96
Started puttin acid on his tongue to take a trip
Made his first tape home made made a trip
Was the hustle he was taught by his homies on the strip
Telegraph laugh had a vibe you could feel
Long island iced teas to survive with the steel
In his hand on the stage he was scared to be real
[?] with a page he would hide on the field
On the stage no yield
Started poppin ecstasy beginning of the pills
Killin of his energy it mentally appealed
They were all experimenting but he thought he was healed
Travelin the world in and out of any girl
Livin like a rockstar at home he would curl
In a ball on the floor could he fall any further
Hell yeah heroin called and he heard emmm
Now he didn't give a fuck
Wasn't makin music cause he didn't give a fuck
Had to get a fix or his body would be stuck
More than down on his luck to the drug he was enslaved
Didn't give a damn what his friends say
Wanted to be done so he bowed to the sensai
Surrendering rendering faith
Found himself a program to pay for the dates
Did his first show that was free of the drank
Felt so proud self-esteem in the tank
3 years later putted music in the bank
Tryin to make due for the God that he thanks
Went through hell and he didn't know why
Couldn't know himself yet now he's gonna try...