They say I need to learn, but nobody's here to teach me. If they don't understand, how can they reach me?

I see ya waiting for the bus early in the morn', brick house with a face like Lena Horne.

As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke.

Everything I cook tastes better than yo' momma's nipples.

I never let any of my sons beat me at video games.

I wasn't driving down the wrong side of the street, smoking marijuana, waving my gun out the window.

I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the streets.