[Verse 1: Pharaohe Monch]
Two Weeks before my old man busted up in her
My moms never walked slow

Now she smoke crack, sit back, and listen to talk shows
I hope she don't eat pork fried rice tonight
See, the cholesterol already got my arteries tight

I might select even before she injects her lethal chemicals
To wrap the umbilical cords around my neck
%#@!, I'm pissin' in the abdomen

Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin' men
Unravelin' plots and plans for thievin' and %#@!
Immune to the gospel, not believin' in %#@!

Where the $#&@ do I go from here
Cuz when the afterbirth disperse it's hard to persevere
I swear I can't $#&@ with it

She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and I'm stuck with it
The asthmatic, internally scarred from crack addicts
Who share needles outside in the rain on kraftmatics

And laugh at it
I guess for them it seems funny but soon
I be the ^!$$% who kills for petty money presume

Inside this temple of doom we throw the womb
I bloom to be emitted in june, considered a coon
Livin' my life incomplete though

On the edge of destruction, Invetro

[Hook x2]

I'd rather not be born
Than to be scorned in this world of hate
Where life escape me and stick with me like thorn

Wild like child !@$^
-ography, the autobi of the unborn


[Verse 2: Prince Po]
Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity is my light
Fear it but every coherent that there's a fifty percent chance that I might

Not make t in spite of the fact, it's my life
And can't take it, knowin' that I'm losin' this fight
To contradiction

The love with the hatred inviting friction
Umbilically inflicted, watchin' my life go down like Christion
Understand Mommy dearest is confused right now

But my faith brings us through someway, somehow
From now I vow to invest the livin', bow only to God
The !@%!e's tokes and tell-lie-vision violence already got me scarred

Disregard what the devil allowed on my set
This city's number one threat, huh
Bet I could probably run for mayor on some %#@! like that one day

Or get my hustle on, just like my dad, quiet as kept for the long stay
Flow as a positive form to first step
I want some friends and a ill-ass $#&@in' neighborhood rep

600 Benz gooseneck with a nakamichi system in it
Graduated from a rookie, rolled-up windows tinted
Desire presented for ice cream, big wheels, local rented movies

From Power Rangers, Lion King, Toy Story and Goonies
But the bomb, at least that's what I heard
Beyond my 9 to 5's I write a dope rap song

But with your insides gone; the vision is frail
Dreams can't set sail
From all that unprotected sex and cold ballantyne ales

Oh well, I still prevail, God always has something in store for me
Outside this hell, move on
Torn in the eyes of Allah, scorned when the dawn distortion upon

My abortion clinic visit in the morn

[Hook x2]

I'd rather be born, shine as the true and livin'
Spawned to live this gift to the fullest, %#@! is on
Still rethinkin' my position until I'm gone

Mission is to elevate mind
Glisten, destined forever, weather the storm