Sixteen years' time on my hands
I reminisce what I've done with it
Seen my pride dissected
Planted seeds that have now risen
The tree's fruit slip into my lap
Ask me have I found gifts here?
Say the apple's not far fetched
On my hands I feel limits
Fell victim to the lust a couple times
Back when I was nine turning ten
Told mamma I ain't wanna grow yet
She said we all fear death
But I could not live with paranoia
Been avoiding sides of me I'd numbed
All the expectations I fell short of
Have taught me sixteen ain't enough bitch
