WHAT ITS ABOUT

It isn't about my pride if u were to stare into my eyes I can look at someone who i hate and put up with their demise everybody can be a actor and put on their own disguise and fill one's head with untruthful lines making it seem like their the good guy

I did something yesterday i don't know if i should regret it people rushing to my head and its all getting heck-ed i felt like i was in a car 150m per second and i wrecked it, what happen to the young heart of this Mexican

I am only 16 with alot of things to learn people don't see inside of me always think i smoke weed just because i like to burn
playing with fire is how i learned seeing my family do it i thought it was my turn and then i earned

the right to feel good when no one thought i would realizing trees burn better than wood and then asking whats wrong with smoking weed
i smoke occasionally threw the headaches of being hood

I'm not no where unless i want to get there set goals be spontaneous aim for the top to be a millionaire and then look down on everybody who helped me get here

I've seen it happen threw those captions these are my lines of poetry i have no room for rapping
these are my sad stories never read about a person laughing or a recaps about a person relaxing understand u put me in a point to be ca-lapsing Ima ca-lapse on your ass in other words I'm blasting ain't that how it goes if you want to be lasting you put these things in my head and expect no action

and in the end i pray to god hoping he forgives me for another day of being loud
and outspoken into conclusions is where I'm loc'n
and into my huddle is where I'm poking....GOD PLEASE FORGIVE ME ... I am still your child