To My Past....

Dear me, why did you do those things
Why did you drop out, and think you're king
You knew your were'nt but it was all you
Hanging with friends you barely knew

Moving around from place to place
Hardley remembering your last teacher's face
All threw your teens, your partied hard
Thinking you had time, mind steadily jard

Your dad wasn't sober, niether were you
Next you got put in jail, again hanging with people you barely knew
Why did you do those things, way back in the day
Your record is tarnished, and you're still headed in the wrong way

You've hit 20, should be a man
the family is crumbling, the shit has hit the fan
Now your doing cocaine, It's the only way to get by
Thats whats you think, before you nearly die

60 cc's of coke in a syringe
Thats not getting by, thats your life on the fringe
If you could take it back, I know you would
Now you could be living somewhere other than the hood.