This is a song about "I was sexually abused"

Abused, used to two joints to to get through

No disrespect, but motherfuck you

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

//do this for the poor in the ghetto, the abused women

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

I was convinced that rap was the shit, and i was sold/

Wouldn'ta fathomed this, originally abused his day to pray in corduroy gloves

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Cause i was the one abused man i was the victim

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

I thought i was valuable enough, i was the gem

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

If i had to choose, to win or loose, lets just say you would be abused.