Boy Meets World

In the past life Topanga could've been wife
Now I'm like how could she like someone so trife
I ain't Corey Matthews I'm Bad News
Best friend ain't Shawn I'm a child of the Lawn
Child of the pain a little boy who walked through the rain
Went against the grain on the chase for the fame
Boy who met the world at a young age; a dumb age
Jumped out of a bad situation to more people hating so I took my frustration and left on stage
What you know about rage; the torrential storm of a child dirty no matter how much he bathed
Just wasn't meant to behave, wasn't meant to be slave
To the conformitive ways of the lives today
I ain't no fucking Huxtable my luck wasn't that good
I'm something like State Property I'm just that hood
My mama wasn't Claire, my daddy wasn't Cliff
I stepped on the edge almost jumped off the cliff
My mind was a mess head bumping from the stress
Bible in the belt; guess I'm blessed
A boy who met the world; still haven't met the girl