Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song When I'm Gone, artist - Ira AntelisDate of issue: 08.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
When I'm Gone |
| Uh, I’m sick of waiting, I’m sick and tired, I’m sick, I hate it |
| I’m sick of outside opinions, I just ran out of patience |
| I’m sick of writing these raps, stuck in this fucking basement |
| Knowing you the best and they telling you just to be complacent |
| I’m tired of fickle fans, don’t understand my new direction |
| I’m sick of people too closed-minded to view progressions |
| All I wanna know is what they gon' do when I’m gone |
| My nigga just had a baby, his baby mama crazy |
| He bought her houses, new clothes and even a new Mercedes |
| All they ever do now is argue about who fucking lazy |
| Who he creeping with, where he going and who he texting lately |
| My nigga got two jobs, and still he gotta hustle |
| He said «you'll never trust me, how dare you expect me to trust you» |
| All I wanna know is what you gon' do when I’m gone |
| (I'm right back) |
| I remember slaving away with a 9 to 5 |
| Bad enough, I’ve been stuck in a fucking dead-end job |
| My boss is telling me I decide to show up late one more time |
| I’mma be filling out applications, nigga, you must be high |
| When you was hiding in the back when this bitch ass got robbed |
| You fired me over nothing but five minutes of time |
| All I wanna know is what you gon' do when I’m gone |
| (Let me keep going) |
| They wanna fire the teachers, policemen and the preacher |
| I guess religion is useless and education evil |
| The system just made a victim out of innocent people |
| Set us up for failure and teaching us that we not are equal |
| What if they close the police stations and the fire stations |
| And the school is shut down and politicians' buildings vacant? |
| All I wanna know is what we gon' do when they gone |
| (I got this) |
| If I see the day when they bury me or my casket closed |
| And could look down at my funeral while my spirit rose |
| I wonder if I would be remembered as a sinner or saint |
| Or just another dead young nigga, victim to bullet holes |
| If I don’t make it, or if they take me before my time |
| I rest assured that through these lines, I’ll be still alive |
| All I wanna know is what they gon' do when I’m gone |