America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,304
Peak in subgenre #525
Rights
LukeCwalker
Uploaded
February 25, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:13
Lyrics
my lifes been a battle, like havin only one lung smokin on a camel
only hopin i could handle all the stress on my plate
i wanna throw it all away, i dont need to feed myself
i'd rather starve to death, than to suffer
any longer, the unmotivated mobster
growin stronger wit tha pain i gon thra
i walked the path i was given, misplaced a couple steps
but aint a man who could say they innocent of sinnin
but i never thought, i never fathomed, never imagined
it would be so hard to save my life through ransom
now im stuck here debatin, take the bait from satan
or walk wit the light, i find it hard to make the changes
the center of my brain is as empty as a cave is
as deep as the holy scripture pages
i feel so trapped, wish i could escape
from my physical form into a lyrical song...and thats a fact
but im blazin, the sickest mixture of tha liquor
im tearin up my liver, my lungs turnin bitta
they turnin black, black just like space is
im losin in the game of life, runnin out of spaces
im seein many faces, of victims past
they hittin back, goin hard to the body now my ribs is cracked
life vs. luke, the second bout
i dont think i'll make it out the ring, so im steppin out
im bout to lose my title. im losin all my vital
signs, what the fuck i thought this fight was mine
but i was wrong, all my hope is gone out the window
thats why i cut my wrist for, inhale all this info
life's tryin to knock me out, n im bout to drop
wit every passin round, the harder it got
it started wit gloves, now its startin wit shots
ive takin two to the chest, wut the fuck, im usually best
ive been attacked brutally, yes, couldnt stay true to the test
former champ of the world, instanbul to tha west
now im washed up, too many blows to the head
used to get ko'd, but now im dead
i dont know wut to do, so many choices
so many voices in my head makin noise, its
such a heavy burden, havin a fam n not workin
havin a plan thats not workin
everytime i try to set a goal, somebody buys n i sell my soul
im an empty shell n you betta know when i let it go
im influenced wit harsh chemicals in my physical
ive been a mess for a minute yo, so im takin a dive
i could never figure out what im livin fo
i got a seed n i got a wife, but im a failure for both
i shouldve known when i gave it an oath
that i would...let my gaurd down
always thinkin shit was sweet, its all salt now
a bitta taste in this niggaz fate
dreams of not havin any coins when i reach the river gate
for the boatman, i feel so old man
constant pain in my bones, there's a glitch in my program
im fallin in my dreams n i dont land
this is a torturous life, im runnin out of hope, damn
feels like a fight wit no hands
no legs, how the fuck im gon stand
my thoughts are all death knockin at my doorstep
couldnt pay my phone bill, cant even call help
i am assed out, im in the wrong class
shouldve been a featherweight, maybe had a betta fate
but im bout to seperate, from this thing called life
i am tired, been fightin wit this ink all night...word up...
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