2 AM

It's 2 AM in the mornin

Pressin my alarm again

Stressin over my mom and friends

Sometimes, I wish I was in a coma

Damn! Wakin up to the cold wind

Sometimes, I wish I was a kid again

Sometimes, I don't even wanna remember it

Cause one time I remembered what I couldn't forget

Damn! My stepdad beatin me again

for a bad grade, he must of had A's

The way he was hurtin me in a bad way

My mom hearin the scream but just turned away

what the fuck, are you people crazy?

I was only a baby, five months when they gave me

to my grandma, who was racist

but I ain't give a fuck, I just faced it

Like mace to the police, I was danger

Feelin like I'm in a manger

Baby Jesus, save me from the anger

She's tryin to get me, into this closet I vanished quickly

Fuck that, I took 50

from her purse bag, told her "Don't miss me"

I ain't comin back, catch me on another path

I need a bubble bath

Someone, take me in the plastic basket

Sittin on bubble wrap, I'm abandoned

I need a new home, that isn't damaged

A family whom care, to be parents

Errant, my life on the mic

Might wasn't raised too right, so I

had to decide to turn on the light

Do somethin right, before I'm layin with the mice

Rotten alone on my neighbor's stolen bike

Tryin to think what my afterlife, gon' look like

It gotta look right... it gotta look right...

Back to my bad life

Another day in the fast life got me feelin like I'm on the crack pipe

No lie, just the thought

of me gettin that type of high, but I'm in the dark

where the shadows, follow, your every walk

And as I move, I'm feelin like a shopping cart

Gimme this, gimme that son

What'chu mean - ain't you supposed to be my mom?

Why don't you ask God, I worked hard for these two dimes

I care what it's worth - just the fact that it's mine

Check your purse, don't you got

my life savings that you've been savin from birth?

Oh - I forgot you spent that

on your own gift wrap - I ain't get shit last Christmas

but a hug and a family wishlist for next year and shit

Huh! 'Round next year and shit

I'm gonna be on shit you can't even pronounce, in English

I got anger

That's why I paint these songs, visually painting

It's awful ain't it? A little (Pinky) in (The Brain)

But hopefully, time is the pain

Cause as of now, I just wanna run away... run away...

[Chorus]