| Since ‘91 I been a menace, for real
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| Born rotten and exposed
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| The rose in a garden full of hoes
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| A flowerbed of souls
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| Where the flowers never learn
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| They can go, they can grow, they can
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| They can be something
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| I’m a bird, I’m a bird, look at me frontin'
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| Be confused and obtused, gotta mean some
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| I don’t feel, I don’t feel, I don’t mean nothing
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| Mama looking around, what you gotta say
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| You probably never gave a fuck about me anyway
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| I know I’m foolish cause I love you with my whole soul
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| But I keep running so I ain’t gotta to go home, I don’t wanna go home
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| Running from the fire and my brain’s in my ozone
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| Running from the pressure ‘til I cave in my own home
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| You don’t understand the obsessions that I got
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| I need love, I don’t feel that shit a lot, nigga
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| Been alone from the motherfucking jump, man
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| Every battle, every hurdle, every hump, man
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| Bitches like to feel it or they motherfucking don’t, man
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| Tell em draw a line and do the motherfucking shhh
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| Man, listen, I don’t talk about myself, oh no
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| You don’t get it, you don’t feel it, nigga, oh no
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| Where I’m from is a nightmare not a smoke show
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| Niggas never make it there, they never make it, oh no, nigga it’s up
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| I’m from the generation that is scarred and abused
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| For real, man
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| You’re either dead or you’re dying or you doomed
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| And what’s worse is nobody’s got a clue
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| Of what the fuck that I go through in my brain
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| That there’s a fucking beast off the motherfucking chain
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| That I’ve been having dragons and my heart be in flames
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| Til I’m broken and too vulnerable again
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| Love, nobody ever showed me what it was, my nigga, for real
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| I’ve been beggin' since a youngin', since a cub, my nigga, for real
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| Saw into your pretty blue soul like the rainbow
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| A third eye, saw your devil in your angel
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| We tried to love each other from a different angle
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| Unfortunately, we still got strangled
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| I don’t even know if «I'ma make it to the next day»
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| Every day I wake up and it feels like it’s my death day
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| You can see inside me like a motherfucking x-ray
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| Losing to my demons in a motherfucking chest game
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| It’s a hard life, I choose to lead the memories so lucidly and
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| I’m just speaking truthfully, it’s hard to breathe, it’s hard to breathe
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| Damn |