im runnin from all of the dumb stuff i've done
but it's tough cuz im haunted, what is wrong
i wanna become someone beyond cuz i belong, i am not a bum
when i respond to the young im gonna be on
a common ground, at the bottom i was in the town they call Rockford
i felt like Oscar The Grouch, tho my shelter had never been a dumpster
my mother n father would love the help for another house to offer
the dead end of Woodlawn was prolly my Hell
so i wandered around with my brothers causin trouble, myself didn't do well
i got the doubts i wouldnt amount to nothin when i was just seven to twelve
i put up several walls surroundin my bounds because the drama i encountered
left me fallin down until i could alter my realm to prosper, now im called a talented author
Kaotic's uncalm, im challenged so often to slaughter, i never can soften, im bound
to forever be talkin loud, walkin tall, rockin out while shockin crowds
that's how my route's about to rebound, i acknowledge well
watch it accel like a rocket to clouds....