[Verse 1: Stro]
Blood on my hands, blood on my wrist, yeah
Fighting the pain, clenching my fist, yeah
Y'all probably saying, "How did he get here?"
I recollect while I sit here
Nothing is going right, dreaming that my demons is on sight
Maybe I've been living the wrong life
Project building children, I'm just one of many children
Raised by the system, pops was a victim
We didn't wanna sell but they was 'bout to evict him
And his whole family, momma got trama from drama
It's insanity, recently she been strung out
Caught her where the drug dealers hung out
She seen me and ran like shots rung out
Just a matter of time before the block come out
And tell me I'm a crack baby, I need a gat maybe
I'm only 15, it's that crazy
[Verse 2: Stro]
Blood on my hands, blood on my wrist, yeah
Fighting the pain, clenching my fist, yeah
Y'all probably saying, "How did he get here?"
I recollect while I sit here
Grandma say, "Life is precious", but I can't stand it
I ain't living life, I'm doing life on the planet
I got a friend in my head that understand it
That voice taking control, I call her Janet
Not schizophrenic I just see the real things
Can it be therapeutic to kill things?
Especially when they become a burden
Like that little kid that could never get a word in
Never getting love, never been deserving
Well hopefully they clap when it's closed curtains
I'm so certain, I ain't finna grow
I don't wanna breathe, I just wanna go (What?)
Blood on my hands, blood on my wrist, yeah
Fighting the pain, clenching my fist, yeah
Y'all probably saying, "How did he get here?"
I recollect while I sit here
Nothing is going right, dreaming that my demons is on sight
Maybe I've been living the wrong life
Project building children, I'm just one of many children
Raised by the system, pops was a victim
We didn't wanna sell but they was 'bout to evict him
And his whole family, momma got trama from drama
It's insanity, recently she been strung out
Caught her where the drug dealers hung out
She seen me and ran like shots rung out
Just a matter of time before the block come out
And tell me I'm a crack baby, I need a gat maybe
I'm only 15, it's that crazy
[Verse 2: Stro]
Blood on my hands, blood on my wrist, yeah
Fighting the pain, clenching my fist, yeah
Y'all probably saying, "How did he get here?"
I recollect while I sit here
Grandma say, "Life is precious", but I can't stand it
I ain't living life, I'm doing life on the planet
I got a friend in my head that understand it
That voice taking control, I call her Janet
Not schizophrenic I just see the real things
Can it be therapeutic to kill things?
Especially when they become a burden
Like that little kid that could never get a word in
Never getting love, never been deserving
Well hopefully they clap when it's closed curtains
I'm so certain, I ain't finna grow
I don't wanna breathe, I just wanna go (What?)
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