You Know What I'm Saying?

My mom assigned all her parental rights away to like some crazy boarding school like concentration camp shit. They were paying five grand a month for me to stay there. No TV, no radio, no nothing. It's kind of like you couldn't look at girls. And I had to walk with a hundred-pound brick on my back for a lap around the country. You know what I'm saying? That's why I didn't give them nothing to fight against. My pops wasn't fucking with me because I ran away. So now I'm in this concentration camp type sh*t and home. Nobody cut me off from the world. There ain't no 9-11 happen down here