In Vitro - Organized Konfusion

Verse One 

Two weeks before my old man busted up in her 
My moms never walked slow 
Now she smoke crack  sit back  and listen to talk shows 
I hope she don't eat pork fried rice tonight 
See  the cholesterol already got my arteries tight 
I might select even before she injects her lethal chemicals 
to wrap the umbilical cords around my neck 
Shit  I'm pissin' in the abdomen 
Two and a half weeks old  already thoughts of stabbin' men 
Unravelin' plots and plans for thievin' and shit 
Immune to the gospel, not believin' in shit 
Where the fuck do I go from here? 
Cuz when the afterbirth disperse it's hard to persevere 
I swear I can't fuck with it 
She hits about two packs of cigarettes a day and I'm stuck with it 
The asthmatic, internally scarred from crack addicts 
Who share needles outside in the rain on Kraftmatics 
and laugh at it 
I guess for them it seems funny but soon 
I be the nigga who kills for petty money presume 
Inside this Temple of Doom we throw the womb 
I bloom to be emitted in June, considered a coon 
Livin' my life incomplete though 
On the edge of destruction, invetro 

Chorus (x2) 

I'd rather not be born 
than to be scorned in this world of hate 
Where life escape me and stick me like thorn 
Wild like child porn 
-ography, the autobi of the unborn 

Verse Two 

Overshadowed in darkness where curiosity is my light 
Fear it but very coherent that there's a fifty percent chance that I might 
Not make it in spite of the fact, it's my life 
And can't take it, knowin' that I'm losin' this fight 
to contradiction 
The love with the hatred inviting friction 
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