[Verse]
I left home at 17
Had to get on my own
I was young
But I was keen to survive on the road
In the fall
Got to gig, with my brother in large
Choppin' work
Bagging groceries, pushing in carts
I was grateful to be working
But say, my back is hurting
I don't think it's the purpose
No this can't be the call
At night, I'm on good times
Just passing the time
On my break
I wrote a song about the love of my life
This ain't right
Couple dollars in change
Walkin' home in the rain
Jump in front of a train
Bitch, I might
On top of the roof
Empty bottles of Brew
Take a hit on my J
I'm in flight
Closin my eyes visualizin'
Monte Carlo's with tinted windows
And Ballin' legitimate
Open my eyes, I was in the same predicament
The Next week I called in and said I quit
Bitch, I get bigger