Lyrics

Fourteen kicked me out
Fourteen had no house
I was sleepin' outside
I was sleepin' under Walt bed
Had to sell the work
Had to sell the drugs
Had to make the money
Had to shoot the gun

[Verse]
Ayy, Dad, remember when you told me you would bury me and no one would miss him
Told me I was nothin', put your hands on Mama in the kitchen
You put hands on me, I could never be that nigga
Now you would never visit my cell and you be gettin' thinner
You could barely look at me, you say I couldn’t be a winner
But that ship already sailed, I wish that I could be your son
And all them prayers you never was said you never lived ', I would never listen
Twelve years in a box, gotta do the time
All this time, thinkin' how I'm still alive
God had other plans for me, but still, I ain't his fan
My fault I ain't listen to you when I had the chance
In my cell writin' this shit with my pen