My Story
Benefit Lyrics

Once there was a little kid named Benefit
There was a young child named Benefit

Walked around town with a frown, face down, lookin bent
He wandered gloomily through the town, head down and sad

Had problems inside, his little sister just died
He had internal struggles due to the recent death of his younger sister

Keep your head up little man, all you got is your pride
He was advised to stay strong and have pride despite the challenges he faced

He said 'the world doesn't want me, and neither does my daddy
He expressed feelings of rejection from the world and his father

He'd rather get drunk and puff blunts then have a family'
'His father prefers to indulge in alcohol and drugs instead of prioritizing family'

That's real, and ain't nothing realer then that
The situation is harsh and undeniably truthful

The world is much colder then the steal of a gat
The world is harsh and unforgiving, harder than cold steel

But yet he moved on, he fought to stay strong
However, he persevered and fought to maintain his strength

In this cold world, to stay warm he put a jacket on
To protect himself from the coldness of the world, he metaphorically put on a jacket

Made of 100 percent pain
This metaphorical jacket was made entirely of pain

The label said the only way to wash it was to stand on the rain
The label metaphorically suggested that the only way to cleanse this pain was to endure hardship

But he still was cold, the other kids were old
Despite his efforts, he still felt emotionally distant while others seemed more mature

All he really wanted in life was Jordan's and gold
His desires in life were superficial, seeking material possessions

Then he'd be set, getting fine girls in berrets
He believed that acquiring expensive items would attract attractive women

See him with a boom box and fat boys cassettes
Imagining him with a boom box and cassette tapes of the Fat Boys, a sign of coolness in the past

If he got into a fight, he'd throw down
If he was confronted with a fight, he would eagerly engage in it

But he's a little skinny kid, about 70 pounds
Despite his willingness to fight, he was physically small and weak

And he had a loud mouth so nobody stepped to him
His outspoken nature prevented others from challenging him

But I guess if they would've, well I guess that he'd do 'em
If someone had confronted him, it's implied that he would have taken them on

But it didn't get to that, this little aristocrat
Fortunately, it never escalated to that point, describing him ironically as a privileged individual

Tryin to live phat, smashing mail boxes with bats
He attempted to live a flashy lifestyle by participating in destructive activities like smashing mailboxes

Runnin wild through the streets, his mouth would make peace
He would roam freely through the streets, using his words to prevent conflict

Used to play football in mud with baseball cleats
He recalls playing football in muddy conditions while wearing inappropriate footwear

Who has the right to know?
Reflecting on who has the authority to know his personal story

My life's a standing flow
His life is a continuous journey, always in motion

Who can say, what's right or wrong for people?
Questioning who can determine what is morally correct or incorrect for individuals

As Benefit got older he started to realize
As Benefit matured, he began to understand

Everybody's smile was just jealousy in disguise
He recognized that people's smiles concealed feelings of jealousy

If he turned his back, how is that, a knife would be in it
He feared that if he let his guard down, he would be betrayed

Draw my face-to-face in any place, no one would begin it
He believed that if he confronted others directly, they would not challenge him

If they knew, what this kid had been through
If they were aware of the hardships he had faced

Nothing nice, ?fest? sacrifice off of lifes menu
They would realize that his life had been filled with sacrifices and hardships

But things lately, were starting to get crazy
However, recently things had become chaotic

And if they stuck around maybe, his mom would lose a baby
If they stayed in the current situation, his mother might have another miscarriage

So they broke out, headed down south on route
They decided to escape and traveled south

This kid was still actin wild, thought he was tough no doubt
Despite the circumstances, he continued to behave recklessly, thinking he was tough

Dealt a difficult hand, but he had to play with it
Despite facing challenging circumstances, he had no choice but to deal with them

Emotionally disturbed when the kid never quit it
He was emotionally troubled but he never gave up

Immediately took charge when in his new neighborhood
Once he arrived in the new neighborhood, he quickly assumed control of his surroundings

Makes me laugh thinkin when he made forts from wood
Recalling how he used to construct forts from wood, which now seems amusing

And if anybody touched 'em, then that's the razz
If anyone tried to harm him, they would face consequences

If anybody frontin, to the creak they get cashed
If anyone posed a false facade, they would be exposed and humiliated

In school, everybody sayin 'who's the new kid?'
In school, everyone wondered about the identity of the new student

'I heard he's from Chicago, last week know what he did
'I've heard he's from Chicago and I know something he did last week

Such and such,' that's how rumors get started
These kind of rumors are how false information spreads

But at lunch acting all retarded eatin Capt'n Crunch
During lunchtime, he would behave foolishly while eating Captain Crunch cereal

Thought he was funny, little dummy makin a scene
He believed he was entertaining and amusing, but he was actually being foolish

Lookin happy on the outside, but inside mean
He appeared content and cheerful to others, but internally he was full of anger

Lotta anger built up, from things in the past
He had accumulated a lot of anger as a result of his past experiences

Such an unreal life, reality hard to grasp
His life seemed surreal and difficult to comprehend

He moved again, now his moves totaled thirteen times
He relocated once again, bringing the total number of moves to thirteen

Started gettin serious, writin serious rhymes
He began to take his rapping more seriously and started writing more profound lyrics

He began workin, hustling the company
He started working and became involved in illegal activities to benefit financially

Pockets full of cash, now every day a shopping spree
His pockets were filled with money, allowing him to go on shopping sprees regularly

Got away with it, finally got caught and bullshitted
Initially, he managed to avoid getting caught, but eventually when caught, he tried to deceive others

They didn't fire 'em, instead the job he quitted
Instead of being fired, he decided to quit his job

His life is slowed down, different then in the beginning
His life had slowed down and taken a different direction compared to the past

Only worse, cause little bitches had him sinning
His circumstances worsened as he allowed negative influences to lead him astray

Fell in love one time, maybe twice, who knows
He experienced love, potentially on two occasions, but it's uncertain

Only problem was the girls weren't nice, but hoes
The issue was that the girls he fell in love with were not kind but rather promiscuous

It was a big mistake, messed up the kinds mindstate
Getting involved with those girls was a significant error that negatively impacted his mental state

The trade? his best-friends for nice ass and a date
He traded his loyal friends for the appeal of attractive women and casual encounters

Wait, what's goin on here? the girls left him
Confused about the situation, the girls he pursued eventually abandoned him

Now he's scarred from left ear to right ear
Metaphorically, he is emotionally wounded from one side to the other

That's his whole brain, now his lights are gettin dim
The entirety of his mind is affected, gradually losing clarity and brightness

Cause what he did to his best friends, happened to him
The same betrayal he inflicted on his friends was now inflicted upon him

Now he cares about nothin, feeling sick everyday
He no longer cared about anything and experienced a constant feeling of sickness

Thank God, eventually the pain went away
Fortunately, with time, the pain gradually subsided

Now he's grown mad, then he ever has been
Now he has become angrier than ever before as he has matured

Up late at night at home, his only friend is his pen
He spends late nights at home, finding solace and companionship in writing

Writin angry to get out frustration out through poetry
He uses poetry as an outlet to express and release his pent-up anger

Treating girls the exact opposite of noblely
He now treats women in the complete opposite way of what is considered noble

The struggle continues on, documented in every song
His ongoing struggle is narrated and captured in every song he creates

Made it this far, confident he'll live long
Despite everything, he has reached this point and believes he will have a long life ahead

And it's true as he grew, things did change
It is undeniably true that things changed as he matured and grew older