Imagine a life without the pain
Imagine a life without the struggle
Imagine a face without a name
Imagine the world without the hustle
Picture your life without your friends (how do you feel?)
Picture your life without the trends (how do you feel?)
All I can really say is I feel alone
No one is home
I'm on my own
I got friends around but it's not the same
When you really miss somebody who will love you for your name
And not the f*cking fame
I just want to be recognized as someone great
But instead, I feel the underrate
Everybody is feeding off of my plate
But I barely get a thanks
Wolves are hungry in the night time
Wool is lucky with a right mind
I am no sheep
I know I'm weak
But I will never let another motherf*cker try to pick on me, ever
I'm the greatest that you will ever see
With the three eyes
U-R-A-M-E-S-H-I-I-I, Bitch