Brown kid raised in the slums
Didn't understand why my momma struggled wit funds
Immersed myself in the drugs
Ain't no need to be cautious
Let my words be my portrait
Stuck in muck and the mire
Used to get picked on and bullied
By this name kid named Willy
Eventually figured he would kill me
A couple goons would chase me
And I'd run to my building
My sister would defend me
Guess we suffer from pride
Not feeling what they telling ya
That's the way that I heal
Found excuse and some reasons
Fell in love a couple times
That first time was the worst
Wit the choices that I made
Should be dead or in prison
Would stare at knives in the kitchen
Couldn't silence the voices
And my problems I foisted
I've been cheated and I've cheated
I lived to just repeat it
Perfect meds for my problems
Not feeling what they telling ya
That's the way that I heal
Man despite how you might feel
Not feeling what they telling ya
That's the way that I heal
Man despite how you might feel