Cause Little Johnny was a youngin, Maybe 2 or 3,
When his daddy told him momma "it's ya child or it's me",
But I mean, what was she to do?
Broke at 22, baby daddy's got the money, but her baby needs it too,
So she made a choice, left him at the firehouse without a clue,
Wrapped him in a blanket, laid him down, told him "I love you",
Got back in the car, drove off never lookin back,
And told her self it was okay, what kinda fucked up shit is that,

Now let's fast forward, 5 years, Johnny almost 8,
Lived in just as many houses, lived in half as many states,
Just a kid without a home,
Tryna make it on his own,
Always trapped in rooms of kids, but still he always feel alone,
He think 'this is how it's sposed to be',
Tells himself "don;t want nobody close to me",
Baggin his emotions up like groceries,
But one day soon he'll half to let em out,
And he can feel it every single time they ask what he upset about,
So he just in his room, really it aint his,
13 other kids just like him , always gettin in his biz,
But he thinks that's how it is,
Cause he never known it different,
So he turns his music up so he don;t gotta deal with it,
Cause, all Little Johnny wants is somebody to want him,
But he been he for 5 months, still o one stopped in,
So he just feelin so confused,
Man you aint gotta see the brusies,
To know that this kid's been abused like,

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I'm on my knees,
I'm beggin please,
Why can't you see, I just need somebody to save me,
Somebody to save me,
Why can't you just save me?

And now Little Johnny tryna turn into a man,
Aint nobody there to guide him, still he doin what he can,
Public education got him hatin everyone,
Especially the man,
They don't get where he be comin from, they just don't understand,
Cause when he goes to school,
He just that weird foster kid that isn't cool,
When he tries to fit in he just ends up lookin like a fool,
And he wears long sleeves just to hide the cuts,
Damn, how can somebody so young think that they time is up?
And Little Johnny still up in his rooms,
Not so little anymore, but now the hate is all consumed,
He be dealin with the devil, demons plottin on his doom,
Johnny only 17, but the end is comin soon,
And he knows aint nothin to it,
Before he leaves he leaves his bitch-ass mother a letter, sayin exactly why'd he do it,
He wrote "Momma, this is what you made of your son.",
Tipped the chair over as if it was for fun,
Now Little Johnny done.

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