On The Edge

So I was gifted with a voice, but I don't know how to use it

I was told that I was toxic, I was told that I was useless

I was told I would never make it out the city with this music

I told them niggas prove it

But lately a nigga been popping, hoping he don't overdose

They said he lost his mind, he not himself, we don't know what he on

He from a broken family, so them streets became a second home

He claim that when he make it, he'll come back and put a dozen on

He tried to find himself through love, it worked but now his shawty gone

He spent the last few days in tears, with no one he could blame it on yeah, yeah