I may be young but I’m bold.
When others are hot, I feel cold
because I’m different.
It’s been this way since I was nine years old.
At a young age I saw someone get stabbed and didn’t run.
While other kids wanted to play tag, I wanted a gun
because I saw people eat and couldn’t even find a crumb.
So while I sat there looking dumb, I chose to get me one.
My hunger is what drove me to all the trouble.
While some experience stress, my mom went through double
every time I stole anything, even though I looked so adorable.
I’ll never judge a book by its cover.
People are shady. That’s why I’m a fighter, not a lover.
Wanted a gun because the streets wanted to separate
me and my mother.