as i stand before the after picture
i see my self with rags and a bag of liqour
askin for dinner and a pack of switchers
either that or prison and its sad and bitter
and i no longer wanna paint that picture
small hope but it aint to late to make it bigger
dream to be a dad and raise my liter
to have a better child hood that i had when i was little
only if i ever get out this shit that im caught in
god if u could just give my wish a though an
think about what i lost and sacaficed
cuz no one ever told me how to grasp this life
rarly they did but it was always bad advice
im only askin for a chace to grab the light
and steal the show when they pass the mic