Tortured

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K Finesse

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Have you seen someone tortured baby
Me I was tortured baby
Ran away crying from home
Running the streets all on ma own
Have you seen someone tortured baby
Me I was tortured baby
Ran the streets all on ma own
Ran away crying from home
Me I was tortured throughout my childhood
I don't even know what love feels like
Mom's and pops domestic violence
All around the house it don't feel right
Eight or nine tryna help mom's fight off this grown fuckin man while
Ma brothers and sisters tucked in the corner crying for help no help came
I was locked in a closet trapped for days asking god why me though
Hung from a door at the age of five
What I do to deserve this treatment
Lil Kevin he running them streets now
Turned to a Killer he a beast now
Got in trouble in school in school on a daily
I been misunderstood since a baby
Never felt like a nigga ever fit in
Lone wolf by myself I'm ma bestfriend
Real pops ran away from his children
Rollin stone what they sayin I ain't feelin it
Like a coward he left without a Dear John
Left me and my sisters for a bitch huh
Now I'm fending for myself in the trenches
Step pops he would beat me wit vengeance
Had to lie to the doc about ma red eye
Step pops he was watchin wit a close eye
Seen ma first dead body in the first grade
Had post traumatic stress at a young age
Still dealing with this shit in ma adult age
Ain't no wounded worrier project for the street life
Tortured and abandoned as a baby
Nothin in this world could ever faze me
Had visions of killing ma pops
Say both of the bastards could get it
Lil Kevin he's tired he's crying for help but his moms she wouldn't come get em
In love with her dude so she let him abuse her son from a past marriage
Taken it out on me why lil Kevin he'd rather die
He's tired of the abuse wanna run away and never come back to this life
Had courage enough to do it 2004 he split
Two weeks he was gone living all on his own no amber alert to come get em
Wished he was white cuz he hated his life on tv they made it look better
He's crying for help but no one would come and get him a lost soul they said
But a lost cause what he felt like
So he's stuck and he's trapping in the street life
On the block he was thugging on a daily
Forty cal wit a thirty in the stick though
Kingsley and Pomona niggas trapping
War drums steady booming in the trunks so
For theses dead presidents we'll go Rambo
No love in a young nigga household
So he grew up in the gangbanging trenches
Product of his environment it felt right
At the time now he searching for a new life
Build it up on my way to some new heights
Ima star Ima shine bright like a bright light
3ent Finesse this is real life

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