| My life is waking up to sunshine from darker scenes
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| History repeats itself: spark a Dutch, start to lean
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| My heart combusts. |
| I want to scream, reaching far extremes
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| Desperation. |
| ‘Bout to spark a fiend like Charlie Sheen
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| I stay stressed. |
| Paychecks are few and far between
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| I’ve worked for years, so I’ma persevere despite how hard it seems
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| I’m just a starving artist. |
| I don’t market dreams
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| Or target teens with garbage, see? |
| I’m focused on a larger scheme
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| The scheme I’m focused on goes beyond just being paid
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| A culture born before the VMA’s and pop shit being played
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| Angel on my shoulder fighting what the demons crave
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| Presence felt and still respect myself when I leave the stage
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| But in recent days, I’m left in Hell with seeds to raise
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| And can’t seem to trade an honest living for a decent wage
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| I’ll watch the local news or, on occasion, read a page
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| See policemen strays kill a kid when D’s squeezed the gauge
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| Fuck is wrong with people? |
| We should be enraged
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| But the fact remains we act the same and aren’t even phased
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| We’d rather drink away the pain and smoke the greenest haze
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| Lord, if you exist, please forgive me for my evil ways
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| Then have us all believe the phrase «streets are paved with gold»
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| Disappointment left the pistol pointed, ‘bout to take our souls
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| So as the paper folds, I’ll pray that I can take control
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| Before the present day becomes the days of old and ancient scrolls
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| I don’t see the light. |
| Is anybody there?
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| I want to leave this life. |
| Does anybody care?
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| Can anyone relate? |
| Do you feel the same?
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| ‘Cause the only way I know that I’m alive is feeling pain
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| When life becomes a struggle, I can feel your pain
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| Broke as fuck, trying to hustle, I can feel your pain
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| Making dough but owe double, I can feel your pain
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| That describes my own behavior. |
| Maybe I can motivate ya
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| Every night is sleepless ‘cause, everyday, I’m broke
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| ‘Bout to drown in debt, treading water, trying to stay afloat
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| I’ll just listen to these politicians, taking notes
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| Wages don’t see raises close to the rate of inflation’s growth
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| I’d like to thank the snakes who post up in a Mason’s cloak
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| They provoke the rage in this page full of famous quotes
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| I’d also like to aim the scope at ‘em as they approach
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| My logic is to find the positive in what I hate the most
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| My fans got a taste for dope, so here’s a fatal dose
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| There’s more to gain when it’s pouring rain. |
| Absorb the pain and cope
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| Don’t let it slow you down, don’t let it break your hopes
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| Make a toast to fakes and rub it in their face like shaving soap
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| Today, I woke up to a note my baby mother signed
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| And I was forced to read the words this evil bird had underlined
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| She said, «I'm leaving you.» |
| I’ve seen this view a hundred times
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| But if she thinks she’ll take my son away, she’s out her fucking mind
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| We’re gonna shine despite the turning of deceitful tides
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| Full of secret lies, beneath our pride, where the demons hide
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| If I could do it over, I’d still let the semen fly
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| ‘Cause if I didn’t, difference is, Kingston wouldn’t be alive
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| And while she smokes my weed supply, I’m here, screaming, «Why
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| The fuck do I even try? |
| Bitch, leave the keys and slide»
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| Reaching deep inside to find the strength I need to rise
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| Up from underneath this cunt’s deceit—so be it, fine
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| I don’t see the light. |
| Is anybody there?
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| I want to leave this life. |
| Does anybody care?
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| Can anyone relate? |
| Do you feel the same?
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| ‘Cause the only way I know that I’m alive is feeling pain
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| When life becomes a struggle, I can feel your pain
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| Broke as fuck, trying to hustle, I can feel your pain
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| Making dough but owe double, I can feel your pain
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| That describes my own behavior. |
| Maybe I can motivate ya |