Frame of Reference

[Intro] Yea, I think there’s a common misconception that I don’t care or something Nah, that’s not it. It’s just - I have a different reference point That’s all, yea [Chorus] I wasn't raised, I was watched My frame of reference is gangs, the pain, and the pot ...The gamesmanship the gain and the loss Plus the indoctrination that came with the cost ...He wasn’t raised, he was watched Another unwanted bane a lame didn’t want ...He was insane from the jump Who questioned all and stayed at the front [Verse 1] Shot to fame, burdened with a toxic shame I actually thought my only worth was to cock and aim Old scars, relics of the old guard And you wonder why this group home kid’s heart is so hard No father or mom, a hostage of song locked in a bond Of conflict and harm I’m from the home of the “where you from?” culture Where animals run in packs, while some come and vulture You think they’re raging hell I see a bunch of unwanted kids is trying to raise themselves One flight away from bail, trying not become a statistic Running from love, stuck with people hooked on punishing drugs Summons, memories you would lock in your moral dungeon Physically you’ll find me where shots are the normal function Risky, I’m trying to cope with the loss of my family history Yell my fuck biological parents to to shake the misery And paint that vividly [Chorus] I wasn't raised, I was watched My frame of reference is gangs, the pain, and the pot ...The gamesmanship the gain and the loss Plus the indoctrination that came with the cost ...He wasn’t raised, he was watched Another unwanted bane a lame didn’t want ...He was insane from the jump Who questioned all and stayed at the front [Verse 2] I’m known to speak up for the silent few Rising to, heights beyond brutal fights and child abuse Dealing with cops, at war with the civilians To sleeping on cots in Iraq destroying children I’m trying to address the suffering of the voiceless The poisons of non-education and poor choices My crazed past is a basic model of frame dragging Distorting the space and time around when I relay the madness Insane passion, deranged package The same patterns, fear of abandonment was the main factor ...a throwaway baby apparently I might have went to Harvard or Yale with a little parenting It’s hard to tell, I might have influenced a larger scale Of hardened males, dying slowly losing their hearts in jail A favor owed to the shade of nature that brought me up Now my prime defensive mechanism is to hardly love It’s probably cuz [Chorus] I wasn't raised, I was watched My frame of reference is gangs, the pain, and the pot ...The gamesmanship the gain and the loss Plus the indoctrination that came with the cost ...He wasn’t raised, he was watched Another unwanted bane a lame didn’t want ...He was insane from the jump Who questioned all and stayed at the front