Invetro-Organized Konfusion

Verse One Two weeks before my old man busted up in her My moms never walked slow Now she smoke crack, sit back, and listen to talk shows I hope she don't eat pork fried rice tonight See, the cholesterol already got my arteries tight I might select even before she injects her lethal chemicals to wrap the umbilical cords around my neck Sh*t, I'm pissin' in the abdomen Two and a half weeks old, already thoughts of stabbin' men Unravelin' plots and plans for thievin' and sh*t Immune to the gospel, not believin' in sh*t Where the f**k do I go from here? Cuz when the afterbirth disperse it's hard to persevere I swear I can't f**k with it She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and I'm stuck with it The asthmatic, internally scarred from crack addicts Who share needles outside in the rain on Kraftmatics and laugh at it I guess for them it seems funny but soon I be the ni**a who kills for petty money presume Inside this Temple of Doom we throw the womb I bloom to be emitted in June, considered a coon Livin' my life incomplete though On the edge of destruction, invetro Chorus (x2) I'd rather not be born than to be scorned in this world of hate Where life escape me and stick me like thorn Wild like child porn -ography, the autobi of the unborn Verse Two Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity is my light Fear it but very coherent that there's a fifty percent chance that I might Not make it in spite of the fact, it's my life And can't take it, knowin' that I'm losin' this fight to contradiction The love with the hatred inviting friction Umbilically inflicted, watchin' my life go down like Christion Understand mommy dearest is confused right now but my faith brings us through someway, somehow From now I vow to invest the livin', bow only to God The coke's tokes and tell-lie-vision violence already got me scarred Disregard what the devil allowed on my set This city's number one threat, huh Bet I could probably run for mayor on some sh*t like that one day Or get my hustle on, just like my dad, quiet as kept for the long stay Flow as a positive form to first step I want some friends and a ill-a** f**kin' neighbourhood rep 600 Benz gooseneck with a Nakamichi system in it Graduated from a rookie, rolled-up windows tinted Desire presented for ice cream, Big Wheels, local rented movies From Power Rangers, Lion King, Toy Story and Goonies But the bomb, at least that's what I heard Beyond my 9 to 5's I write a d**e rap song but with your insides gone the vision is frail Dreams can't set sail From all that unprotected sex and cold Ballantyne ales Oh well, I still prevail, God always has something in store for me outside this hell, move on Torn in the eyes of Allah, scorned when the dawn distortion upon My abortion clinic visit in the morn Chorus (x2) I'd rather be born, shine as the true and livin' Spawned to live this gift to the fullest, sh*t is on Still rethinkin' my position until I'm gone Mission is to elevate mind Glisten, destined forever, weather the storm