I've distanced myself from everyone I know. I find myself to be a lonely lunatic on the verge of mental collapse. Though, I wake up every day and start this charade over and over and over and over again. The only thing that changes is the time and place I find myself at when it dawns on me how pathetic it really all is and ponder why I should keep going on. It's like, in west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the play ground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool, And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, they were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight, and my mom got scared. She said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air"