I was born and raised down in Alabama on a farm way back up in the woods. Oh I was so ragged folks used to call me "Patches". Papa used to tease me about
Change been da same growing pains Since love begun da game Thangs do they thang through the strain to the plane they're born to be Harmony of Diversity
unfolding, new worlds being born pilgrims and prodigals creeping toward the dawn but it's a long road out of eden music blasting from an suv on a bright
't make living but I still persist, I could sell out but I still resist, So don't tell me about no pain and shit, I was born and raised in poverty bitch
Yes! Yes yes. In a conservative form I wanna ask you a few things before I conform To the popular belief about where I was born Are they still illin',
rejected Walk on And feel neglected I feel Like I'm the message Unheard But I'm the message I'm the last prolific remaining offer from the gutter SHOT
now I'm just living for the moment Living for the moment (woah) [x4] From when I was younger My pain was driven by hunger No-one could tel my nuffin To save me from
gave me sin I've got to get born Just so you know There's too many reasons You set the silver down to guard me from the weak You check the spelling
We came rewinding when I foamed at the mouth while the lights winked at me And now my shape is kept The rain it can't hide, wash the pain from this hex
flippin' them downloads and folks stay clickin' it Labels won't push it, T-Pain won't hook it ? campaign, straight George Bush it Showed it to John McCain
fight I go hard in da paint you can tell that on sight I'm the mixtape prince ain't no nigga fuckin wit me I'm from Clayton County Riverdale but born
Lately I've been going through more bullshit, than a bull fighter So when I say my praises to God, one verse is like a full choir My every thought is pain
Z-Ro] Dj Screw, Fat Mafio, and Gator are gone I want to be strong but lately the pain won't leave me alone For myself, crawl down and get away from this
Z-Ro] No more letters to the President, this one is to Jehovah What was born into the world as a Christian, now becomes a soldier I'm pimping a pen from
for food Living in the ghetto turning boys to men Crooked cops and killers interrupt my mission Tell me will I ever pimp my penn again Hustling is all I can do [Verse 2] I was born
in my mix, mix [Z-Ro] I heard a stranger say geurilla till I die but motherfuckers be claiming A name in vein nigga you ain't never witnessed the pain
I can hear the sounds of bodies, from the victim of 17 and reloads Did you really believe, that you could platinum-sieve a nigga like me I was born to