[Verse 1: NEZZY]

I emerged from the dirt like a reverse burial

Or the birth of a child

Inside the back of a Cadillac hearse

I'm determined to break this generational curse

First come, first serve, now i'm headed for thirds

I was surfing the Earth's epidermis

In search of purpose till it occurred to me

That Hip-Hop was certainly the first thing

To ever immerse me with its words

& provide me a sensе of worthiness

Starting channeling my urge to usе by writing

Music which soon replaced the drugs I abused

Used to rock Ecko and them DC shoes

Was playing Def Jam Vendetta on the PS2, while

Mom and dad would scream

And argue in the other room

Once they got divorced

I was forced to switch schools

My first day of 7th grade

I punched a kid in the face

I've been struggling with rage since the age of 8

They called the cops i was charged with assault

On top of it all I broke my hand on his fucking skull

Had to go to counseling

For them to tell me how I need

A better way to release my anger

And get it outta me

All my life I've been a hot head

Got it from Pop's same goes for my taste in Hip-hop, yeah

I punch in and I let off steam

Like i'm sparing with the mic in a boxing ring