Ugly Ends

[Verse]
Never was the type to play the tough guy mask
But the fact is I was wretchedly raised in a way so frightfully sad and poorly that would shape a Jason Voorhees; the tough guy masked
At only age eleven, home was devastated by a flood
Had no option but to rent in a daunting area
Where everyone’s scary and drug addicts and It’s what we can pay for
Each and every time I went to sleep at night
My mom would drive our bed not far off a wall to ward off some shots bouncin’ off the wall
‘Cause someone off the wall holds their gun aloft or be informed of robbers and to pretend nappin’ when they come
So, imagine havin’ that as bedtime story, undergo it like a sleep paralysis you can’t break out of