Paul Story Lyrics

Fresh out the stomach came "Paul the human wrecking ball"

Born and raised in a trailer park, on Crenshaw

His relatives took him under their wing and raised him

Taught him everything he needed to know, on what to bring

To the world, but he wasn't prepared for the mood swings

That would tie his feelings up like some shoestrings

Inside his brain, as he grew, but he grew up, confused

Wondering why his parents weren't introduced

They loved him but were scared to break him with the sad news

But they knew that sooner or later they just had to tell him

When they did, they saw a change in his attitude

He was angry, shocked, and saddened by the truth

It took a toll on his gratitude, with a stench of abandonment

Trying to figure out where his parents went

To ask 'em why they dipped and why he wasn't good enough

To be their son, he wondered was he a mistake they tried to duck from

Without even telling him? Now he's stuck with the clues

With no help to figure it out, it's like he raised himself

Cause what he faced, no one, not even his relatives could help

Cause it was something that he had to heal within himself

But still he struggled with his life that was a living hell

It hit him hard when his papa died when he was 12

He had no guidance to guide him on how to be a man

Or how to keep fighting, whenever he blew his chance

On trying to make his life advance from his past trees

That hung his history behind his insecurities

Forgiveness was his enemy with no one's sympathy

After his brain snapped, unexpectedly, with extra speed 'through heat

So he proceeded with the weed to relax

Then he started popping pills when he was insomniac

Had to make some extra cash, so he started selling crack

Months later, he was suffering in a fatal relapse

Rehab was far from what he thought of in his whirlwind

Bipolar made it's unsettled appearance, to kick in

His system, but the music would save him from him, committing

An act of Satan's dirty work, of reprehension

Cause ever since he's been the victim of the degradation

He would hate on his complexion, causing separation

Between his mind and his creations, as a sad musician

Till one day he sat up in the crib and started reminiscing

On what he's been through and what he had to fight through

To proudly earning that diploma from his high school

From getting bullied constantly and being lied to

To building plenty of wisdom, to fairly find truth

From being told what he won't ever amount to

To blocking critics with his lyrics that are soundproof

From a traumatic experience to a point, to prove to others

That it's possible for any dream to come true

Paul's story