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


I'd rather not be born
than to be scorned

in this world of hate where life escapes me
and sticks me like thorns
wild like child !@$^ -- ography

the autobio of the unborn