Hard life
Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 5:47 pm
I got a story for you son;
Sit back/sip that
Patron in hand/damn man
"I didnt know that bout you,
But i do feel for you"
They all say/but hey
who gives a shit/ cause its like you got a cigarette/
but nobody wants to help you get it lit
Down on my luck 25 days of fuckin rehab
under diagnosis like a fuckin lab rat
under close survielance/escape this/over the fence is my haven
but i aint leavin/
I got work to do, cannot abuse
desire so strong/will this last? how long?
Goddamn man detox is a muh fucka
9 days still kickin coke sucka
waitin for the day the aches/the shakes/ leave permanently spreads like cancer on lifes important matters/, blew up in my face like marshall mathers
I got sheets over my head/flashlight on my pen
thoughts/ to paper ink blots/of my thoughts/all my dids all my knots
tied to my neck the neuce/thats not so loose/
i cannot refuse pain/its my game/to stay in the stormy weather my rain
drips thoughts of inspiration/rollin down like perspiration
down my face/i spit game fast like a kenyan foot race
i got problems like everyone else/ we all caught hell from ourselves
and those muh fuckas who hate/the way we stay up late/to hustle cant stop, cant wait/no time to waste/gotta get my feet movin at fast pace
Its a living suicide/break out the lyme
sick of my isnt it? what abut your bullshit/hypocrite
living a preachers life telling the world to quit, repent/when your the one leaving alter boys spent/bent
over the sofa/molested, real kosher
as you hold her against her will/to feel
how she needs to be/daddy let me grow old im 18
thats control muh fucka/were you the one bent over the sofa
take your pain elsewhere/ cause here
we cured ours/with open arms
we embrace/dont discriminate/erased hate
all of us here have our own lime light/it shines bright/casting white
but glows black/its a winning trophy rack
cmon lets get back to love ya'll
Sit back/sip that
Patron in hand/damn man
"I didnt know that bout you,
But i do feel for you"
They all say/but hey
who gives a shit/ cause its like you got a cigarette/
but nobody wants to help you get it lit
Down on my luck 25 days of fuckin rehab
under diagnosis like a fuckin lab rat
under close survielance/escape this/over the fence is my haven
but i aint leavin/
I got work to do, cannot abuse
desire so strong/will this last? how long?
Goddamn man detox is a muh fucka
9 days still kickin coke sucka
waitin for the day the aches/the shakes/ leave permanently spreads like cancer on lifes important matters/, blew up in my face like marshall mathers
I got sheets over my head/flashlight on my pen
thoughts/ to paper ink blots/of my thoughts/all my dids all my knots
tied to my neck the neuce/thats not so loose/
i cannot refuse pain/its my game/to stay in the stormy weather my rain
drips thoughts of inspiration/rollin down like perspiration
down my face/i spit game fast like a kenyan foot race
i got problems like everyone else/ we all caught hell from ourselves
and those muh fuckas who hate/the way we stay up late/to hustle cant stop, cant wait/no time to waste/gotta get my feet movin at fast pace
Its a living suicide/break out the lyme
sick of my isnt it? what abut your bullshit/hypocrite
living a preachers life telling the world to quit, repent/when your the one leaving alter boys spent/bent
over the sofa/molested, real kosher
as you hold her against her will/to feel
how she needs to be/daddy let me grow old im 18
thats control muh fucka/were you the one bent over the sofa
take your pain elsewhere/ cause here
we cured ours/with open arms
we embrace/dont discriminate/erased hate
all of us here have our own lime light/it shines bright/casting white
but glows black/its a winning trophy rack
cmon lets get back to love ya'll
