I woke up early in the morning, my vision's slightly faded
In my mind I'm feeling jaded, but feeling good cuz I made it
18 years in total, reminiscing through my photos
from past events in my life, and most of them were solo
Keep to myself a lot, stayed away from all the nonsence
I always had a born alone die alone concept
My conscience, guided me the last couple years
A couple people died but couldn't shed a couple tears
Conquered all my fears, now i'm a new man
left my past behind and got a new plan
I found poetry last year, It flows through my vains
I write what's real, so you can read through my pain
Born in NYC, just the rotten apple's son
I just pray that one day I reach the age of 21