[Travis Thompson:]
It's been a short ride, but, man, it's been a crazy one
The shit we seen and overcaming all of it has made us some
Hell of a bunch of kids with stories for the ages
Of how the hell we got here
You can read it in the pages of receipts, and tweets, and poems that we left along the way
Everyday is something new, I see the look on mama's face
I know this world is sick and it's twisted, the kids never listen, my prints in the system, and Vince own a pistol
I've never seen him use it, but he pulled it out a couple times
We talked him down from getting licks with it like, "bruh, you trippin'"
He used to be my hero, always owed us money
I remember tryna light your tree, the power-cut
And you were sitting on the ground, crying for some normalcy
Angry at me, standing there: "you don't deserve this more than me"
Well, that's just how it is, why'd I showed up at your crib
And them kids in class have the nerve to say that you smell like shit
I swear to God, I almost hit 'em
Swear to God, we never listen
Swear to God, if I could go back, I would do everything different
But, we can't - I know
So, I stand - alone
At the spot that we would meet and we would chill - go home
The quesadillas on my front porch
Growing up's a blood-sport
If it came to conversations, only ask for one more
The summer of 2010, shit was so simple then
Them pills done took control, and then we never saw Vince again
My mama say that he's in a better place
That kids who come up outta here, they grow up with no shame
I'm at the vigil, holding a candle thinking it's funny 'cause no one could hold a candle to us
But hey, that's just growing up

[Parisalexa