Chances

Feel like the walls closing in on me

Tryn' tell my story but don't know where to begin homie

I guess I'll start from the beginning

But they'll probably judge me by my cover so they'll never hear the ending

They thought I redecorated my kitchen the way the tables turned

Like labor was being forced upon me I had to make it work

The pain I felt was temporary this life we live is endless

Grabbed two turned it into five And counted up a seven

I'm fruit in a smoothie to my surroundings bro I blend in

Gross profit is what I make minus what I'm spending

Used to have some problems in my path they got annihilated