I am a product of my enviorment who is stuck in the fire like firemen I wonder what the real meaning of life is I hear cry's of single parents and fatherless son's I have seen the best fall I am a product of my enviorment who is stuck in the fire like firemen I pretend i can not sin I feel so much pain I touch to many caskets I worry will i be a good father cuz i never had mine I cry cuz i know my times almost up I am a product of my enviorment who is stuck in the fire like firemen I dream nightmares that i am living I try and ask...