Fitz' spoken word

So I'm a failure huh?
 You look surprised that I made 21
 with all the odds against me
 moms wasn't with me
 she act' like Saddam sent me.
 a terrorist in mom dukes eyes
 at 6 got tired of mom dukes lies
 Tired of the motherless nights
 Me and my folks cuddled up tight up under the candle light
 This can't be right
 lookin' back i see it in black and white
 like she had a bag of pipes
 To gone to make the sacrifice to get her life right
 And you wanna question mine site.
 Wit' out first steppin' inside the mind of a child, running wild with no reason to smile.
 Foul. Pat, can I buy a Vial?
 Naw, she'd rather spend her time in bars while me and my brother lick peanut butter jars
 No shoes, feet blacker than tar
 no rules, surprise' we aint worse than we are.
 So foolish i used to wish upon a star, praying that she change.
 but naw she'll stay the same.
 My young mind not knowin' that the drug had already altered her brain.
 23 years in, shit that's enough to retire at most jobs. but not the streets.
 See, once you enter you can't leave. its like bein' locked inside with no keys.
 a piano with no keys.
 Took a while for me to believe that the shit was disease.
 eatin' on the mind of those that are weak.
 but you still find time to fault me, please.