Lyrics
This pain, how to demolish this game
people play it in relationships, all in the same
backstabbers are the unexpected fucks we dont trust
and the lyrics of the rappers these days are unjust
but yo, i hear my name and i aint likin the words
i got haters on my dick cuz wut i say seem to hurt
i had a gang on my side and i took that away
i was liivn to die,i aint shook wit the pain
people get killed struggling they life wita clique
but one kid can not survive that one click
the clip is empty, body on the floor
poeple in the crowd dont wana be here no more
rains startin to pour, this is back in 2003
before real hip hop had that hold on me
and though i see, you can die right before you speak
the mic will not drop les' u "fall to sleep"
its unseen, this shit is insane
the ghetto life wasn't meant to be hidden wit pain
and though a game is played, we all forefit, to stay alive
rappers will never ask you why you really cry
who believes in the life, that really exists
who tries to spit ona mic to make good of this shit
and when i try, i end up gettin jumped online
by some fans of mine, who dont understand my rhymes
i'm happy, got my life, family, and my girl
people are jealous of me cuz they think i have the world
girls tellin me i gota sexy voice on the phone
other bitches asking me when the hell we gon' bone
sometimes i feel these homewreckers are evil
tho all they doin is jus feedin my ego
brnging my mind to just think im to fine for my baby
then i realize its a monster they try to make me
it will never just work, cuz i love her too much
most things were meant to be, and such and such
this sudden rush inside has me over the edge
but to die wuld just make me dead, enough said
gotta believe in me as i believed in you
the crowd, the fans, the kids, and the haters too
i knew thugs, now i only know the wana-be's
who wana be a monstrosity honorably?
im 17 now, im seein too much goin on
the news got me thinkin its hopeless for my son
the future is over, though it just begun
and the sickness repeats like watching re-runs
racism is still here, the blacks and the whites
the red and the yellow, gays and the transvestites
i hate politics cuz its all scheming and plotting
which reminds me of all these lyrics im writing
and the government to me seems very dishonest
though what the fuck do i know about makin a promise.
matter fact i'll go wit the flow to see what goes
and dont forget this yo, as i continue to grow
cuz this is prolly a phase, and ill be broke as hell
beggin for money only hopin my life can turn well
so its, back to school - cuz summer just ended
lets see the grades i get and see the people i've offended
count one, that first fight leaves ya back to the floor
count two, the anger's got u feenin for more
count three, corrupting minds, everytime
count four, ya first time's always wit dat dyme
count Five, you live life in ya own state of mind
count six, gettin money is harder then you think
count seven, so depressed theres alchohol in ya drink
count eight, ya first love's now wit ya best friend
count nine, memories stay with you til the end
count ten, the next generations at it again...
