America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,139
Peak in subgenre #970
Rights
LukeCwalker
Uploaded
January 20, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.4 MB • 128 kbps • 4:49
Lyrics
you might be tired of songs when i discuss my souls problems
but i got enough to fill a whole album nigga
the trouble keeps comin n my souls gotten bigga
if life is sweet,why i gotta a whole lotta bitta?
im drinkin everyday, i gotta old rotton liver
im thinkin betta days havent gotten any nearer
stare into the mirror, try to picture greatness
how can that be achieved without masterin the basics?
try to eat good but the sandwhich in my plate is
only bread n ketchup, you would gag if you would taste it
ramen noodles for a feast, maybe chicken lata
nah, only beer n juice in the refridgerator
my cat eatin floor scraps, i should immitate her
the worst thing on this earth is a livin failure
i wish that i wouldlve died in that incubator
but i didnt, im sittin here scriptin pages
why life gotta be so damn hard?!
why mines gotta be so damn harsh?!
why i gotta be in tha gudda?!
is it so hard to share my pain wit another?!
i go to interviews wit a nice suit on
fillin applications from night through dawn
put a smile on my face, tell im a good man
but they tell me no wit a smile on they face
go home tellin wifey i aint catch a break
she says its alright wit that smile on her face
but i tried hard, even walked a mile in the rain
she keeps smilin, just hidin the pain
then im forced to go out at night wit tha blade
just to get a couple dollars, hide from tha jakes
it aint right n i dont like doin it
one day i might just die doin it
but its my life n its mine to be ruinin
i got a bright mind n i tried usin it
i got denied, dropped out of highschool wit it
even lost the will to get up in the music biz
now i start again, another opportunity
a chance to avoid fam readin out my eulogy
i give thanks to manz that were true to me
and had my back n saw luke as a human being
n to those who pose n fake like they true to me
well, lets keep that between you n me
i dont hold grudges, but dont get it twisted
i wont hesitate to wipe ya ass from existance
i had to seperate myself from bad situations
court dates stackin up, mad litigation
the fear of wakin up, bounty hunters at my door
it came true, im kinda happy that they came through
i needed that to open up my eyes to the truth
i cant believe im tellin my whole life to this booth
well, the mic always listens to my pain
my best friend, peace till we meet again
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