When I Say I'll Murder My Baby's

Infinite Was Me Trying To Figure Out How I Wanted My Rap Style To Be, How I Wanted To Sound On The Mic And Present Myself. It Was A Growing Stage. I Felt Like Infinite Was Like A Demo That Just Got Pressed Up.

Mother, Are You There? I Love You. I Never Meant To Hit You Over The Head With That Shovel.

I Don't Like To Give The Sob Story: Growing Up In A Single-parent Home, Never Knew My Father, My Mother Never Worked, And When Friends Came Over I'd Hide The Welfare Cheese. Yo, I Failed Ninth Grade Three Times, But I Don't Think It Was Necessarily 'cause I'm Stupid. I Didn't Go To School. I Couldn't Deal.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

I Was Born A Premature Birth. My First Words Were "bleep, Bleep" And "curse, Curse" My Breath Still Stinks And I'm On My 3rd Cert.