Tragedy

On April 26th I was born, In a world more than a hundreds years scorn, No healin' up They sho' was pealin' up, casted the line and they realin' up, Pullin me round on a string puppeteerin' us, Didn't know how to discuss the way that I felt in my mind, Isolating thoughts of much steer my wheel from time to time, I thought about the shine only making in worse, College things, engagement ring Im throwin' in the dirt, Miseducated young miss in this game, I write, rap, produce, and sang, Not just for fame, but for talent I was given, tellin my life as it comes, Wondering why we all is stealin, killin, thizzin, robbin, theivin, But inside Im greivin, wonderin when a change gone come, When Imma be leavin? I been in chains for so long, All the soldiers that went to war, they aint come back home, they aint come back home.