What do you do when you are forced to grow up way too fast
How come everywhere I go I always feel like the outcast
Seems like I'm forever running from my past like the secondhand on a clock
My pain is my foundation my anger is the building blocks
Streets was my teacher, baptized in tub full of liquor
Why you think I'm a little bit stronger and more quicker
I didnt have a childhood like most,I've had job since I was nine
While my stepdad smoking the rent and momma drinking wine
Mowing lawns,cleaning yards anything to put food on the table
You ask how I'm so strong my childhood made it so I was able
This world isnt for the weak, survival of the fittest
I'm a fighter since before beginning ,better believe I'm fighting to the finish
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