Lyrics Seven - Shoota

Lemme tell you a little story
Bout a kid by the name of shorty
First six years smooth
Ninety seven begin to worry
Treated sorry
Abused, starved, mistreated and beat often
At any time shorty coulda met an early grave or coffin
He ask me a question
Punched in the face while I'm talkin
Told me quit making expressions
Tho I wasn't sure what fucc he talking Bout
Wanted to dip but to scared to run out
Starving for a couple days had me
Beggin at neighbors house
Locced in the garage
You woulda thought I fuccin hate the house
Then I was walking dogs
When I started peepin the neighbors out
Begging for food
Neighbors trying to find me the safest route
Cops I couldn't trust
In ninety seven left me assed out

Seven yrs old
Fast forward 7 mo'
Now I'm 14
Seven was the year I lost faith
Seven was the year I was pulled
From elementary second grade
In foster care
Sevenyears later
Ten foster homes but
About Seven of em wasn't the greatest
Seven bullet holes in my wings
Just to signify to haters
You Can attempt but
Can't shoot down greatness
You Can't shoot down greatness (You can't shoot down greatness)
You Can't shoot down greatness (You can't shoot down greatness)

In my young teens
I had nun But Harry Potter and lord of the rings
Could never understand why my parents was so mean
Locced up and isolated
Not treated like human being
Remember the times he barbequed n the garage I was sleepin in
Accumulate shit ton of flies
Maggots im sleepin with
No access to the toilet
So garage would reek of shit
So he blame me for the maggots
Tho I ain't know what the fucc tHat is
Used to wonder if i'd get fed
Yea I had to beg
Neighbors called CPS
To come and get Ced
First foster home with a bed
In my own room
I'm stockholm
Detective lied
Said I be home soon

Grateful for this Greatness
Feel like a beast
Free from being caged in
Now I got food to eat
At school wit people to meet
Having treats whenever was new to me
Life was blue to me
But the sky was grey
Never understood why things turned out this way
Muhfuccas ain't gon learn til they dying day
How's it feels to know yo kids grown and found a way
Member beggin for food from neighbors 'round the way
Then CPS was called to investigate
Having stockholm shorty couldn't separate
In foster home with dinner plate
In a better place
Now I got My own bed and my space
Father said I was disgrace
Truth is my potential is great
I didn't mentally break
But I meant to be brave
Incidentally the injuries was all I could take
What do you do when hopelessly
The Subject of abuse
Do you steal a gun, aim at abuser and just shoot
Or do you give up and take ya necc put it in a noose
One thing about me can't blame me for having screws loose
Sometimes I wanna call my enemies for a truce
But battlin with deep desires to knock out his tooth
You can tell I'm flamin pain when I'm in this booth
Call me arsonist cause my flames going through this roof