NOT MY STORY

The name's James, and I'm in eleventh grade

Thinking 'bout how my life won't be the same

But who's to blame, my lame claim to fame

Or the man who walked out for some pocket change

Let's rearrange, I'm going back to the past

A year before my last homie past

He wanted to escape his fate by selling that gas

But in return he got the life fact of life he already had

It's kind of wack, what some will do for a stack

Or how a piece of lead can make such an impact, that's facts

I guess we got to react

And understand our lives are never completely intact