[Verse One: P-Stunna]
Once upon a time in Orlando
Where the guns don't shoot but the cocaine flow
The lil boy John was growin up quick
Yu-Gi-Oh his favorite VHS flick
But he feared everyday goin to school
Cause people don't care about the golden rule
He was white and that wasn't cool
Not Puerto Rican, not black, what a tool
It was discrimination, but he kept him mouth shut
For fear of gettin beat down, or even cut
Didn't have friends cause he was different
Ask him what was wrong and he would whisper
[Bridge: Yelawolf]
I...
A...
M...
[Hook: Yelawolf]
Growin up in the gutter!
No more
Fairy tales
And so
No place like hell
No place like home
Growin up in the gutter
Black and white
In a frame
There we are
Safe and sound
Stray guns
No aim, yeah
Growin up in the gutter!
[Verse Two: P-Stunna]
Laying in the sheets, won't wake
I might see fate
Is it my destiny to die this way
Razor to my wrist tell my parents I'm okay
Gun in my mouth
That's the terrors of the south
Welcome to the gutter where you never get out
You call it the trap, that's an understatement
Laying on the floor passed out in the basement
Play b-ball on the pavement
Get yo mind offa rent payment
To put it in laments, terms
Failure's my bread and butter!
[Hook repeat Yelawolf and P-Stunna]
Once upon a time in Orlando
Where the guns don't shoot but the cocaine flow
The lil boy John was growin up quick
Yu-Gi-Oh his favorite VHS flick
But he feared everyday goin to school
Cause people don't care about the golden rule
He was white and that wasn't cool
Not Puerto Rican, not black, what a tool
It was discrimination, but he kept him mouth shut
For fear of gettin beat down, or even cut
Didn't have friends cause he was different
Ask him what was wrong and he would whisper
[Bridge: Yelawolf]
I...
A...
M...
[Hook: Yelawolf]
Growin up in the gutter!
No more
Fairy tales
And so
No place like hell
No place like home
Growin up in the gutter
Black and white
In a frame
There we are
Safe and sound
Stray guns
No aim, yeah
Growin up in the gutter!
[Verse Two: P-Stunna]
Laying in the sheets, won't wake
I might see fate
Is it my destiny to die this way
Razor to my wrist tell my parents I'm okay
Gun in my mouth
That's the terrors of the south
Welcome to the gutter where you never get out
You call it the trap, that's an understatement
Laying on the floor passed out in the basement
Play b-ball on the pavement
Get yo mind offa rent payment
To put it in laments, terms
Failure's my bread and butter!
[Hook repeat Yelawolf and P-Stunna]
Track 3 on Resurrection
