Although it's tough, when growing up I was a pretty normal kid
I'm old enough to realize that my family had more to give
We couldn't afford a lot but I kept on ignoring it
And would I make it? my basement is where I'm recording in
I'm depending on a dream and if I'd ever score it big
They believe on what it seems but I ain't even close to it
I'm focusing on what I do, not caring if they notice it
I'm composing my life story, all the highs and lows in it
My family was doing good, I'm riding bikes around the block
But coming home to mom and dad and the fighting never stopped
And it already begun, my father was getting drunk
Breaking things around the house, telling my mom to pick it up
I would