* this is dmxand's first single released in 1993
The born loser not because i choose to be
But because all the bad shit happens to me
I got kids but their mothers donand't want them to know me
Sisters used to like me but now they call me andquot;homieandquot;
Used to have a family now iand'm out on my own
Had to scrap with a pit because i tried to take his bone
Bitches donand't like me they donand't kiss me or hug me
They call me andquot;kill prettyandquot; because iand'm mad ugly
I used to get pussy, but i busted off quick
Now i gets none so i gotta beat my dick
Times are hard in the ghetto, i gotta steal for a living
Eating turkey-flavored now and laters for thanksgiving
If that ainand't enough, life is rough i swear
I donand't have an address so i canand't get welfare
They kicked me out the shelter because they said i smelled a
Little like the living dead and looked like helter skelter
My clothes are so funky, theyand're bad for my health
Sometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by themself
Even when i was little nothing went my way
I got beat up and chased home from school every day
And despite the fact i want all the brothers bees
On my report card, i didnand't get fand's, i got cand's
But for those who choose to snooze
Cause i was born with no hope, i got nothing to lose
The born loser, a title i was branded with
Went to liberty island, and got stranded with
The statue of liberty, but they didnand't really have to
Leave my black ass there until the day after
No time for laughter, this shitand's for real
Ribs are showing through my back cause i havenand't had a meal
In a week, you can see bones in my hands
The raccoons beat me to the garbage cans
Iand'm starving marvin, and it shouldnand't be like that
The only thing that iand'm carving is an alley cat
But sometimes in the daytimes i dream of a manwich
But all iand'm really eating is an oxygen sandwich
For those that donand't know, thatand's two pieces of bread strapped together
Or iand'll have a rain sandwich, depending on the weather
Born loser caught up in the game
And i ainand't even got nobody to blame
The born loser, yeah, that used to me my m-o
When i couldnand't get a soul to listen to my demo
Doors shut in my face until i started jamming them
Iand'm behind the doors now and iand'm the one slamming them
I did what i had to to get where i got
Though iand'll admit what i had to do was a lot
I gave it a shot, and sometimes i had to shoot
Catching vics just to get a little loot
I thought it was cute and didnand't care who knew
Mess around, get in my way and iand'll bag you, too
Cause i was born to lose straight from the beginning
In the dugout because i struck out the first inning
Winning was everything, thatand's why i had to
Ask my man to find the loot, and he said andquot;iand'd be glad toandquot;
Now who needs a major label? we got our own
Iand'm the divine master of the unknown
Ainand't nothing changed, iand'm the same as before
When oppoertunity knocked i just answered the door
Criminal at heart even though i donand't show it
I was always a winner but i just didnand't know it
