Young man went out
and made a name for himself
Dr.
Seuss, drop it on
Young man went out and made
a name for himself
DMX the great
The brother got the rap
Dr.
Seuss, drop it on
The brahmin got
the rap
The born loser,
not because I choose to be
But because all the bad
shit happens to me
I got kid s, but them mothers
don't want them to know me
My sisters used to like me,
but now they call me homie
I used to have a family,
now I'm out on my own
Had to scrap with a pit,
because I tried to take his bones
Bitches don't like me,
they don't kiss me or hug me
They call me kill pretty,
because I'm mad ugly
I used to get pussy, but I busted off quick
Now I get snunts,
so I gotta beat my dick
Times are hard in the ghetto,
I steal for a living
Eatin' turkey flavored
Nylators for
Thanksgiving
If that ain't enough, life is rough, I swear
I don't have an address,
so I can't get welfare
They kicked me off the shelter,
because they said I smelled a little like the living dead
And look like
Helter
Skelter
My clothes are so funky,
they bad for my health
Sometimes at night my pants go to
the bathroom by theyself
Even when I was little, nothing went my way
I got beat up and chased
home from school every day
And despite the fact I won
all the spelling bees
On my report cards I didn't get
S, I got
G's
But for those who choose to snooze
Since I'm a girl with no hope,
I ain't got nothing to lose
Young man went out and made a name for himself
The born loser, a title I was branded with
Went to
Liberty
Island and got stranded with
a statue of liberty but they really didn't have
to leave my black ass there until the day af ter
no time for laughter this shit's for real ribs are showing
through my back cause I haven't had a meal
in about a week you can see bones in my hands the
raccoons beat me to the garbage cans i'm starving
marvin and it shouldn't be like that the only thing
that i'm calling is an alley cat but sometimes in
the daytime i daydream of a man which when all i'm really
eating is an octopus sandwich for those
that don't know that's two pieces of bread slapped together
or i'll have a rain sandwich depending on
on the weather, born loser, caught up in the game, and I ain't even got nobody to blame.
Yeah, that used to be my
M .O. when I couldn't get a soul to
listen to my demo, door shut
in my face, until I started jammin' em,
I'm behind the doors now, but I'm the one slammin'
em.
Did what I had to to get where I got, so I'll ad mit,
what I had to do was a lot, I still
gave it a shot, and sometimes I had to shoot,
catchin' fish just to get a little loot, I
daughter was cute,
and didn't care who knew
Mess around, get in my way,
and I'd bag you too
Cause I was born to lose,
straight from the beginning
Hit the dugout because I struck
out the first inning
Winning was everything,
that's why I had to
Ask my man to front me the loot,
and he said I'd be glad to
Now, who needs a major la bel,
we got our own
I'm the divine master of the unknown
Ain't nothing changed,
I'm the same as before
When opportunity knocks,
I just answer the door
A criminal at heart,
even though I don't show it
I was always a winner,
but I just didn't know it
Young man well I done made
a name for myself
Young man
well
I done made
a name for myself