Thinkin’ ’bout this rage that I foster-
-care has the last of my youth going fast, take a blast to the past, but my past is a monster.

Maskin’ the gashes and scratches, my back is broken and crackin’ so why even bother?

Drastic and tragic, my past is disastrous and lasting as long as this world that  I conquer.

A bastard that’s mastered, speakin’ faster and capturin’ magic,

Yakkin and spewin’ acid like a mocca-

-sin in my past comin’ back as I pop a

cap in the back of the chatter, the pratter, and laughter. 

Get sadder and madder the more that I’m taunted.

By fascists who attacked and then battered and bashed in my body 

cuz they lacked what they were after and wanted.

Polyps on the back of my tonsils

As light fades to black on the back of my concert.

 A hater attacks in the back by my locker.

Tryna bring me down, what a shocker.

Insults flyin’ as they lauch ’em.

Dreams and nightmares, hatred haunts ’em.

I already got too much trauma

I don’t need much more of the drama

A continuous mantra

Trynna charm my black mamba

Got a damn deadbeat “Papa,”

A drug addict Mama,

Had to change my name, 

Can't answer “¿Como se llama?”

Therapists think they’ll be my snake charmers

Growin’ up fast but still treated like a toddler.

I just wanna B-18, fly away like a bomber.

Don’t know if I’ll get there but I gotta fight longer

Hasn’t killed me yet but I don’t feel any stronger