As I sit in my cousin's room with time on my hands,
I sit and reminisce about all the times that Ive hurt my parents,
I sit and I think about all the times my mother cryed wounderin if I was dead or alive,
And all the times my father wounderin where did I got wrong how could I have fealed,
While I was runnin the streets in the hood thinkin I knew everything,
While I was sittin there slangen,
While my parents were bangen them selves up inside wounderin if its my babies turn to die...
