Mystik Journeymen - Victim of the Rain lyrics

(BFAP): It's wild how you never know where you life could go Though so many try to slow your roll In these trails of life, I ignite to show you the way If you stay naive and believe what they say When they try to break you down and sculpt your mind like clay I was a special-ed student at a school in The Bay ????? , where you wack counselors tried to bust my tooth Because I refused the rules Cuz I was a ten year old stuck in the wrong school for two years How would you react to fear? That's why I was so hard to grow near to Another human being until the age of 19 I'd seen my mother go through different levels of rage Living with her was like being locked in a cage Like my pops who's trapped in a world of crack and c**aine But I never hold him to blame If I should barely fly from the broken picture frame I call my reality And blow away into a suicidal breeze I've been learning more about me Trying to help k** the anger I see And became in the rain I tried, but it's so hard to open up inside I'ma feel like I'm dying It's only so high I can get before I start feeling like sh** So excuse me if I act too rude Chorus: Excuse me if I act to rude I've never been a victim to the rain How many tryna live they lives, and the sprinkle drops of pain (PSC): It's like a bad attitude was possessing me to dis her If in turn she had left, I can't front, I would miss her Almost everyday I think how my head blew up Thinking I was too large to be touched By the public or the simple sense of loving someone who had my back Surrounded by friends that's all new, it had my act put down for a rap star Positioning convenience by conveniently placing those who had social status In my circle The workings of a jerk in the making The pain's taking tax to quicken life in the eye Trying to figure out why we want to live privileged Even down to the little things like sliding in the club On the guest list forever, very insecure People live like VIP's within fame as a shelter It shelters all their loneliness that ego's keep hidden Forbidden forms of expression in this hip-hop culture or rap game And so human traits, they many Humble and slips through the fingers that hold platinum Gold plats, I wonder if I ever go back after we blow up, after doing this Stuff Enough to drive you crazy Enough to make you hella lazy Enough to make you think that's a way to be treated Immediate forms a conflict, rise within denial The trial of what lies beside your life files It combines and confines you inside your moods And gives some insight to why you too... CHORUS (BFAP/spoken): I never meant to be that way Something inside burns I'm a survivor Burns....survivor Dancing on the world like Josaphine Baker How many tryna live they lives through the sprinkle drops of pain? Rain... I'm a survivor...survivor of war Dancing on the world like Josaphine Baker And Louis E...Louis Armstrong's long lost son