T.I.O ft. Bad Child Lyrics

I didn't grow up on Elm Street, though my teens were a nightmare

I was a crazy 80's baby, didn't fuckin' care

Mom's cryin', homie, oh well, I'm outta there

I'm a triangle, I don't fit in with squares

Love and affection, naw, that's somethin' that I don't need

I'd rather hang with the hustlers than the dope fiends

Suicidal in denial, self-destructive

Y'all talkin' about peace, I'm yellin' out, fuck this

Skinny as a twig, guilty as sin

Lord, please forgive me for the life that I live

Keep your hand of protection on the hood that I'm in

Cause we all born losers and we just wanna win

Woke up in the hospital, mom's was there and everything

What they find in ya system

Homie, everything

Put me in the county, every Sunday mom's there

I was an asshole, I didn't fuckin' care

Mom's, I made it, your son's still alive

Sometimes I still cry for the homies that died

Some will never know the honor of being called father

Others were taken, snatched from their sons and daughters

Don't put things off till tomorrow cause that's lame

I had some homies do it, but tomorrow never came

It ain't been all good, but dammit boy, I'm still here

I'm not Kevin Arnold, but I narrate my wonder years

When boys become men, they bound to lose friends

Miss me with that bullshit and with that nonsense

To my kids, I'm a hero, but my life ain't pretend

Move against them, I'll be the motherfuckin' villain

These bills whoopin my ass worse than any gang

Grown man shit, not too many can hang

I gotta talk myself out of selling dope everyday

Cause I just wanna live free and watch my kids play