I was inspired by Ras Kass's song, The evil that men do." Ladies and gents, feel my pain.
I was a hard-headed kid at an early age
and I wasn't afraid to showcase my rage.
I was born to a family of five,
that struggled to strive and stay alive.
Born in a dysfunctional home,
my father stayed to see me grown
but, when I turned twelve, he was gone.
Without a father-figure
life grew vigor.
Grandaddy used to beat my grandmother but, that's before my time
but, I still saw how it affected her mind.
In no time, I mastered the art of hatred.
It was so overwhelming that I couldn't overtake it.
As a child, I introverted
and wondered how life would be if things were perfect.
Since dad left me,
I walked around the house dejectedly.
Without noone to care for me and look after me,
I began to steal.
I got caught as few times but bust it,
because life's a b++ch, so f++k it!
In 89' I remembered the night,
when I tried to bleach my skin so that my black ass could be white.
I hate my black skin.
It's just a sin to be a nigga.
I thought that if I was white as God
then life wouldn't be as hard.
So,I think it's best if I go to Catholic school
and study under nuns so that I can become a Catholic fool
because none of these courts want to see a black man out
because, none of these courts want us to make lots of clout, (money)
so that we can live our life like normal adults.
Sh+t, no wonder why my brothers take life for red and blue.
It's the evil that men do.