[Verse One]
Yeah, yeah, uh
My life is average
My life is average, that's the truth
Yeah, look
Came out the womb with minor complications
Thank God ma’s cesarean was smooth operation
No IVs in me or ventilators
Or parents hyperventilatin’ cause' the M.D. said
“You might need to bury him later”
August 10, 01’
Went down the elevator
And left OC Global Medical a healthy son
The drive home was smoother than my newborn skin
Exited the 55 to a humble residence
No, I didn't grow up in the projects
The slums, Sodom, where rocks get slung
And blocks gettin’ spun by some runnin’ round with choppas
More like a typical Southern California Suburb
Where birds and sirens ain’t disturb the silence
Where crime is minimal and kids can shoot hoops
Without fear of violence from criminals with “do-do-doos”
Only saw shots like that on the news and in the movies
A hard environment wasn’t part of my origin story
I won’t forge it in to gain your pity or glory
Life in the city of Orange was pretty ordinary, even boring
Wasn’t much different when I moved to Cypress in 03’
I’m grateful though, I had everything I needed
Like a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in
AC on the scorching days, heat on the cold nights
Food on the table keepin’ my stomach satisfied
Man, at the time it was only four of us
But I blinked my little eyes and poof, we were a force of five
Fortified in our home, man those times were some dreams
I remember finding joy in the simple things
Playing hide-and-seek round’ the house with my siblings
Making friends, learning lessons at King Elementary
Playing with my Legos spending hours just imagining
Fantasies that could be
Man, I made so many memories in OC with my family
Thank God those times were filled with routine and not tragedy
[Bridge]
*Trumpet Solo*
[Verse Two]
Fast forward, it’s fall, 2011
My fam and I packed our things
Headed east down the 91 to the I.E
No place on Earth is Heaven, but it was evident
My new home was even better than my old residence
Everything was new
New crib, new neighbors, new friends
New school, new papers, new flavors, new tools
But after years began flyin’ by and I began to settle in
My new life became more and more predictable
Yeah, I admit, life hasn’t been that different since
It ain’t extraordinary
But I ain’t trippin’ I’m just glad to be alive
Cause' this morning I could’ve been mourned in a mortuary
But I woke up just fine
It’s just that lately I’ve had questions on my mind
Questions that make me question the reason I write
Like if my life ain’t one of pain and struggle
And if I ain’t ever have to hustle in these streets
Will anyone take my lyrics seriously?
Cause' many rappers in the industry had to
Shovel their way out the mud
But no, that just isn’t me
CHUN, your life isn’t perfect
But sure isn’t difficult
Problems are trivial, minuscule
You didn’t start from the bottom
Or come from the pinnacle
You from the middle, fool
Your life is typical
No, you don’t got a real story to tell
If you ain’t face trials from hell
If you don’t got real conflict or enemies
You ain’t not hero
So please stop pretendin’ your music is savin’ the people
This art just arbitrary nonsense
Spit by an “innocent calm kid”
You from Corona, not Compton
Quit talkin’
Hey, am I average?
“You’re just average”
Am I average?
“You’re just average”
Am I average?
“You’re just average”
“You’re just average”
“You’re just average”
“You’re just average"
[Outro]
"Agh, hmm
I gotta get up
Agh, nah, maybe 10 more minutes, yeah, yeah
Let me check the time
Oh nah, I gotta get up"