Why I do what I do
 

At 8 I lived in the hoods past crime, we been them bastards,
searched the woods for used heroin needles as a game between classes.
Funny how innocent they made these discreet hazards
where police intervene like it's just routine older shitkid aspects.
Another teens don't-do's that passed "alcohol-is-for-grown-ups"-concepts,
they sayin drugs' like sitting in fire to see how torched your ass gets.
My trip report contorts n snorts those misinformed closets,
all most my friends needed was one fucker that's being honest.
Like, how you come up in my school to talk about violence at home,
when emotional traumas' n dramas not guarded by sirens alone.
I've heard beatin' n screamin' then intervened to be seated,
months go past since hospital visits then it gets gradually heated.
Living conditions provided if we escaped and divided
was to move states without friends, network or actually hidin'.
So you tell me why it pays to be lyin', find strength of the lion,
seek health by the iron and wealth where you buyin'.
You set yourself up in ways that's secure without denial,
I don't do fights n such,
do have a poison touch,
so, I know my bitch feelin' safe when we walk up the aisle.