Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Ready, artist - Fabio MustaDate of issue: 11.05.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Ready |
| Dude I barely finished school, it was gettin' really tired |
| Now my parents pushin' me to take my education higher |
| I wanna travel abroad, but I got a seed |
| And my folks obviously want me to marry the broad |
| That I laid down with, time to get me a job |
| Work for snotty nosed kids and this fatherhood shit |
| Like my father don’t quit, man I’m gettin' buried |
| Man shit is gettin' scary, might join the Military |
| Cause round here it ain’t at all hard to find a recruiter |
| It was harder for my high school to find me a tutor |
| Met him on the block, talked, gave him my background |
| He like a pimp in uniform, layin' his mack down |
| Sayin' plenty things that appeal to me |
| And it sounded like a pretty good deal to me |
| See the world, meet some girls and free school |
| All while gettin' paid to me, it seems cool |
| Anything’s better than sittin' around here |
| Deep as shit get, feel like I’m gonna drown here |
| I’ll give it a shot man, sign me up |
| I’m just another toy soldier boy, wind me up |
| I wasn’t ready when you first rolled out the block |
| Wasn’t ready when I heard them shots |
| I wasn’t ready when you broke my heart |
| But oh baby |
| You better watch out cause I’m ready |
| Oh baby |
| You better watch out cause I’m ready |
| I’m ready |
| I’m ready |
| I’m ready |
| Finally got hitched the week before I shipped out |
| Baby started walkin' after that, damn I missed out |
| And without a baby to miss, I don’t see how |
| In a world I make it through this, it’s crazy as shit |
| It wasn’t what I had in mind when I tried to get away |
| Found God hella quick, before that I never prayed |
| Now I beg for a better day everyday |
| Heavenly arm but I’m too scared to let it spray |
| Who said you unafraid is a horrible liar |
| With everyday here’s soundin' like the 4th of July |
| Subtract the fireworks, add in some body parts |
| I done seen more young flesh here than Mardi Gras |
| Accept mistakes though my army fatigues |
| Hardly can sleep |
| Murder scenes all in my dreams |
| Seen unspeakable things can’t talk to my peeps |
| Fam and wife worried cause I haven’t called 'em in weeks |
| But I don’t want them to hear the fear in my voice |
| And I gotta live with it, this here is my choice |
| But it’s hard to be poised when you’re shook to the core |
| At Hell’s Gate standin', it’s like my foot’s in the door |
| And to top it all off, I don' got my first kill |
| Someone younger than my kid brother, it hurts still |
| It’s so ill when you’re tryin' to survive |
| For real I ain’t tryin' to die, let me live |
| I wasn’t ready when you first rolled out the block |
| Wasn’t ready when I heard them shots |
| I wasn’t ready when you broke my heart |
| But oh baby |
| You better watch out cause I’m ready |
| (Am I ready to choose? Am I ready to lose?) |
| Oh baby |
| You better watch out cause I’m ready |
| (Am I ready to win? Am I ready to sin? Do I really want war?) |
| I’m ready |
| I’m ready |
| I’m ready |
| When I’m thinkin' of home, I get chills to the bones |
| But I sit here alone, prayin' that I return |
| Miss friends that I’ve known, little shit that I own |
| Send a kiss through the phone, tell my wife? |
| I’m ignoring her now, though before I was foul |
| Now I long for her smile and a hug from my kid |
| An adorable child, I ignored for awhile |
| Semi auto go POW in the butt and the rib |
| Thinkin' oh my gosh, what I almost lost |
| Can’t afford the cost |
| But I paid it dearly |
| Man, war is harsh |
| Got awful scars, nearly torn apart, and I make it barely |
| By the skin of my teeth, fight vigorously |
| Whether win or defeat, I’ll make it through all this |
| Got a letter from my wife, she fed up with my life |
| She said it was not right, she callin' it quits |
| After all this shit, she found somebody else |
| Feelin' sore and sick, I’m down, this hardly helps |
| I’ll use this pain, no longer fight myself |
| That’s pointless like tryin' to drown Michael Phelps |
| Swear to God this shit’s wrong |
| Gotta get home, shots will split domes, still we’ll clash |
| So ready or not, come get you a shot |
| I’m ready to pop, so feel my wrath |
| When I pick up a gun, better get up and run |
| Gotta get to my son, better clear my path |
| I wasn’t ready when you first rolled out the block |
| Wasn’t ready when I heard them shots |
| I wasn’t ready when you broke my heart |
| But oh baby |
| You better watch out cause I’m ready |
| Oh baby |
| You better watch out cause I’m ready |
| I’m ready |
| I’m ready |
| I’m ready |