Runnin' Away

First things first I need to get something off my chest

With neglect and stress got me feeling like a pest

With feelings I repressed I feel like I'm second-best

And being home had me feeling I was on house arrest

Any chance I had I'd leave the crib to decompress

I'd walk over to my homies to try to fit in like the rest

We'd walk up to the store with intentions to finesse

Then stuff our pockets full of shit without a second guess

I was cold with it but i knew it wouldn't lead to success

For the moment I didn't care was just trying to impress