Burned tha blueberry buddha blunt, stepped in tha Volvo
Felt my mind had some shit to resolve, some sorrow so
I turned on tha tuner and heard tha verve and said man
Life is a bittersweet symphony, thas gods plan, goddamn
I needed to write, I needed to fight
I needed to light these dark tunnels I've been tiptoin thru life
My motha continually tell me the story of how
My third grade teacher told her for sure I would sprout
Into tha youngest leader of tha mafia if I didn't have a growin focus
so potent so it would drown out
All these loud mouths to whom I would bow down and follow
She feared the person that I was today let alone tomorrow
Shit was strong yo, she told me I would make it or break
My life was at stake, I put her through a great deal of angst
A 50 50 chance she said, I hadda be lucky
Cuz Somerville is a tough place to grow up, trust me
But I wouldn't be weeded out, a hard workin cat
Had dreams of makin mad loot wit a ill job or rap
Dreams like that had me out all night drinkin and smokin
But those report cards kept seein more As than Oakland
A unique young man, mad witty
Used his headphones to guide and teach em as he wandered tha city
It wasn't pretty, stumbled much and hit the ground
But wuts good momm'a ya son is columbia bound, smile proud
Basically I jus wanted to write this song to get rid of tha mist
I kno you kno my wrists went through some shit but its fixed
Git my drift, lifes a bitch, I've been in some real low valleys
But I've climbed some tall mountains as well, no fallacies
Cuz actually I know what your thinkin, I know
We live in a place where OC aint just a tv show
Cuz everytime I leave tha house n walk out that front door
I kno you worried sick til I walk back through that front door
You nervous at tha fact that your son want more
He wana rock it and blossom in boston and absorb
A life I can tell u don't want me to live
Because you saw exactly what happened to jules and ryan sullivan
Cuz aint no mulligans when you stare death in the face
But I've never wanted trouble wit no one and that's my ways
You've been disappointed and even have cried
In handcuffs on the stand you wudnt even look in my eyes
Comin home intoxicated you wonder where you went wrong
Comin home frustrated and jus lissen to songs
Sit in my room blastin rap and thas that don't bother me
Jus have mad anger dad don't father me
Thas not honest see, it aint real when I tell you stop talkin to me, it aint real
When I tell you to get tha fuk out my room, it aint real cuz
I jus don't know what's for my own good
I'm jus me--I wear my pants low, brim flat very loose shirts paint markers backwoods and a dim sack
Every otha word out my mouth is a curse
my manner is absurd and my nature is to hit back
My temper quickly cracks
specially cuz u always on my ass bout this and then this and then this and that
In your eyes, I'm a rebel witout a basis
but in my right mind I'm a rebel wit a brain since ma
I'm on point, always have always will be
If you sad I'm sad kills you it kills me
Cuz I tol joycey to write that letter
To his parents cuz I knew that he knew better
I couldn't write you one then, usually I do it thru song
so ma and pops heres one of my own
Ya boy is grown and knows the difference between wuts right and wuts wrong
You guided me down tha right path and I followed along
Now I'm branchin off to new things new leaves new seeds
new deeds NYC and a new freedom
But my heart is one that's hungry for that, charismatic
lifes gona feed me, I'm a leader
I'm a be there for you, for dad, for anna
for chickie scurry and sammy and grampa and grandma
To experience joy you must experience pain
But you'll never look at me and hang ya head in shame
Nuttin will eva get ridda me
I love you all and remember I tol u lifes jus a bitterswt symphony