Venting

Why'd I have to be born

Why wasn't my attraction to this rappin reformed

Why is my passion ignored

Why was it my compassion for a wack bitch was scorned

Why'd I ever think my chances with you'd last when he warned

That doing stuff behind the back would only crash and be swarmed

By that pseudo smiling psychopath who actually swore

That she was true when all she'd do was end up acting to scores

What if I gave up and went back

Bent out on a mission cuz the same friend that been wack

Lying on me just cuz she was tryin to get her friend back