Crazy Life

Back when I was a kid, I was the best there was
aced everything I did, never kicked or cussed
Straight A's in every subject were a must
And that's what my report cards'd read
Year after year, I was the teacher's favourite indeed
Nicest kid in school,
perfect environment for the perfect life that I was to lead
The perfect plant that'd grown outa the seed
that my folks'd sown, made sure I was never alone
treated like a prince at home, heir to the throne
But then I grew, and things gota lil bit crazy
Got into shit on a daily basis
I spent hours doing nothing, but getting into trouble
Working extremely hard to turn everything good I'd ever done into rubble
I broke free , burst the bubble, of protection that you'd created
It almost became a habit for me to be labeled and to be hated
Then I took to the rap game, and then it was never the same
I looked at the world, and all I saw was misery and pain


So I penned what I felt and it scared you to death
Cuz you read thoughts that made you wish you were inhaling your last breath
And all this, I could never tell you cuz I knew you'd break down
But I guess I've crossed the point, this shit is easier for me to take now
I look at all my friends now, and I see how much they've changed
The way they live, but their heart's still the same
You put that against me, for the people that I roll with
Your words pierce me like a machine used to drill a hole with
I look at your face and then I see the dissappointment
Guess I grew too fast, so I missed the point and
But you still bailed me outa shit everytime I got into it
Looking into your eyes now, is the hardest thing for me to do
My lifestyle's changed, Im no more the lil guy, and its not easy to fool you
I'll prolly be hanging around the bar watching my pals drink
And smoke up so much, its hard for them to blink
Try looking in my room at two in the night
You'll never find me there, I'll be out on the streets livin the crazy life


Driving on the streets, while they gulp down six shots neat
And you know what follows after that, we tryna beat the heat
The sirens only mean more fun and more speed
The cops come and the cops go, hell if anyone cared
Fuck that, nobody's even so much as scared
And you wont find no chocolates or change in anyone's pockets
its just bundles of cash, condoms and a hell lota hash
all about who got the slickest kicks, and who's screwin who's ass
4:30 AM, dammit, time to head to a place we call home
Half of em wasted like fuck, the other half stoned
cant make it home in one piece, fall prey to a hit and go
Somehow manage the 5-O, and sneak back in through the window
And this is how my night's go, Either all this or Im sittin online
Killing time till my eyes go red and got bags like Einstien
only miss the brains, and thats why you think Im on crack
All this is lota fun, and probably worth the risk
But you never know when the light fades away
and your life goes pitch black.