I was born thinking Am I a gift or a curse Seems like these days I feel more like a curse Then a blessing Not knowing the way of life I believe what my MOM AND OR DAD said Understanding the people that Inuenced them But always asking myself why Over and over again Until I push the boundaries Of what I can and can't do But always THINKING DAM YOUR GOING TO JUDGE ME FOR THAT So we play with our sins That was never given to us Always thinking Dam I'm not dead yet They say MONEY controls everything And I was never a part of that game But always saying AT LEAST I HAVE MY IMAGINATION Until they attack me for that Never knowing what they ment by that WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DREAM But now it's time to snap back into reality I have no more MONEY to believe in that See I live with THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON AND ONLY TIME WILL TELL WHY So I guess for now I'll always be alone at the bottom Stuck in CHAPTER ONE