[CHORUS:]. L is for the liars that have surrounded me. I insecurity my head down in these streets. F my future there isn't 1. E Eternal hope. This is my life. I wake up every day to the same old foster mother. I ain't got no pictures of my mother. She was a crack fiend nothing like pot mother. She didn't make a difference if though she. Could've I'm a shame shame of my life. Pappa cracky sold me twice. On a late night stopped by. And look in my eyes. Bags from the tears that I've cried. And the people who lied. Telling me that this is my place. Phony & try smile In my face. When I should have know something. Was rare smiled when she opened the mail. Kept a nice mink on her back. Meanwhile I got a goose & my goose got patches. I'm so mad this is me. I'm so hurt this is me. So I shouldn't be. Well I goin be alright cause. [CHORUS]. I'm pregnant by a dude & he not 16. But I like his style & his whipp is mean. My mama told me to find a man to take care. Of me & he does buy me things but he beats on me. I come to her for a little advice. So I show up with a black eye. Telling me to know my place so I stay. Waiting for my body phase. Telling myself it just a little pregnancy phase. When all in reality I'm being discourage & disrespected. And under the pressure & I don't really blame the man. I blame my mother for not teaching me the different types of man. Life could never understand my side of story being that it's so consist 18 years. And 9 months developing raised in a prison I guess_I'll never make a difference. [CHORUS]. Born on to another is the least. Of my problems. Parents like deja vu. My stomach is starving. 3 months pregnant idiotically I departed. So ashame of a life that was started. I ask god if he can take the pain away. He made me in denial of every word I pray. Every day it's the same old no talent I' feeling like. My life is unbalanced no telling what tomorrow going look. Like yea right wrapped up in a fast light for a sudicial. Act why is my life set up for a failure I can care. Less with the people say to ya'll we break out. In rage venting all the hurt inside who am I. To tell you what you fail to realize the voice that you hold. Within you the voice that you are. The Voice Of The Young People!. [CHORUS]