Life As A Shorty (feat. J. Mitchell)

(*Prod. by Exile)
 Remember, livin' in a trailer*
 Cookin' dinner out a Crockpot or we would microwave it
 Basic, television same seven stations
 On a twelve-inch, I had to watch cable at the neighbors
 Didn't know how broke we was 'til I got older
 Never knew I had a father until he showed up
 Out the blue, tryin' to get back with mama
 Stepdad walks in, now here comes the drama
 Had a couple of em, to be honest
 Like William, Scott, they would always take me shoppin'
 Ralphie and Mark, they would take me to the doctor
 I call em all Daddy even though they didn't have me
 Kids used to make fun of my clothes
 'Til one of em got punched in the nose
 Kinda like I was forced to be tough
 Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough, but hey
 Even though, I'm young and I can't see
 The forest from the trees, follow me
 And when I'm grown, you know I'm bound to be
 The H.N.I.C., follow me
 Mama, I'll be alright, just let me do my thing
 Followin' my dreams, this is me
 First fight, third grade, I was swingin' from the shoulders
 With this kid named Dariah, he was three years older
 And like two feet taller, I finished it, he started it
 All over this chick named Barbara Johnson
 "Nonsense" I thought once the principal came
 That fat lip really put a dent in my game
 Never in my life have I felt such pain
 Got sent home, but I held my own
 Slept in every morning, it was like a vacation
 How'd I make it to sixth grade graduation?
 'Cause I was always ditchin', hung around with some misfits
 With ADD, and they all smoked weed
 Never read a piece of literature, wasn't good listeners
 Never paid attention, so they hung 'round me
 While my parents was out in the streets
 I built my world on a blank sheet, just thinkin' in myself
 Even though, I'm young and I can't see
 The forest from the trees, follow me
 And when I'm grown, you know I'm bound to be
 The H.N.I.C., follow me
 Check it out, hard to forget all the time I would spend
 With my first fuck, even had me dodgin' my friends
 Wore my heart on my sleeve at the age of fifteen
 She would tell me that she loved me, it was all just pretend
 She cheated on me, so it quickly came to an end
 She put the blame on him, got played, I'll admit that
 Hangin' with my friends, never called her again
 Five years later, heard she had a kid, damn
 I guess time flies when you're havin' fun
 So enjoy life, you only get one
 I love my childhood, despite the gunfire
 I was quite happy growin' up in the slums
 It wasn't too bad, havin' a few dads
 The only thing I disliked was not havin' cash
 What I'd give for a couple of bucks
 Man, life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough, but hey