Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep Livin, artist - Jean Grae. Date of issue: 26.09.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Keep Livin |
| I’m feeling numb, thinking of changing my name to Crystal Meth |
| Playin' this game, holding my mic like a pistol: aiming at death |
| But I love nobody, alone in this world that’s how I came in it |
| But shit could flash and reverse the same in a minute |
| I don’t even love life no more, my niggas, I just live it |
| And I don’t love love, all the hurting is infinite |
| I cry myself to sleep sometimes, wept a gallon of tears |
| From malice, divorce meets to lost peers |
| Drowning in a haze of smoke and glasses that never ran empty |
| Bottles of Sojo, cheap vodka and twenty; |
| twenty |
| Spending my pennies for thoughts on quarts of henneything |
| Got none pain like the movie have plenty |
| Like a shotgun, double barrel fully loaded ready to blow |
| I wanna turn around and aim at myself |
| Been feeling my health |
| I hardly even eat no more |
| My lunch is munchies from the corner store: tropical fantasy |
| Me and my family, me and my niggas used to be tight |
| And now we see each other on the block with no pound |
| Keep it moving you gotta move on. |
| I know I’m doing it right |
| I’m still livin' hustling life, and still here |
| For all my niggas that smoke a pack a day |
| For all my niggas hold the bottle drink the pain away |
| What type of life is this? |
| For all my niggas that getn' the cash |
| And all my niggas that chill on the av |
| Lets keep livin' |
| For all my niggas drink the pain away |
| For all my niggas smoke a pack of Newports a day |
| What type of life is this? |
| For all my niggas that getn' the cash |
| And all my niggas that chill on the av |
| Lets keep livin' |
| Grew up as a, child of an alcoholic, sister to schizophrenic |
| Already inherited one and they both a genetic |
| When sun falls I gets no sleep |
| Nights are filled with party and bullshit |
| Bacardi and full clip |
| Just to deal with it |
| I got a full heart, but don’t feel with it no more |
| I got fury of a woman scorned |
| Just live my life like the x-files and trust nobody |
| Forgetting everyone, and now I’m just forgetting the money |
| Funny how shit can change and switch up fragile to whip on you |
| Spent too much of my young life just trying to stitch shit up |
| I’m living day by day now |
| Every step is play by play hand to mouth |
| I’m just trying to make the moments count |
| Eyes weak stressing my soul |
| Chest roll from a heavy smoking addict since nine: a nicotine addict |
| Devoted at it but still, I need some kinda relief |
| I quit the trees at least |
| I’m learning niggas but I’m slow at it |
| Always give my motherfuckers the benefit of the doubt |
| But it seems that everybody is just out for self |
| I used to love her, but now I gotta make her work for my wealth |
| I gotta eat |
| From rappin' to nicotine |
| Niggas will clap and niggas will fiend |
| From some shit I never seen to everything I been through |
| It’s like, loosing the love of your life twice in the same night |
| Being deaf for years, gained your hearing and loosing your sight |
| Tryin to shine, but just getting eclipse |
| I’m just tryin to find the perfect words to fall from my lips |
| Thinking too hard about what shit has fallen, mainly the chips |
| Hoping by the next time installment that I’m not attempting to slit wrists |
| work my way up from the bottom to the |
| Top of the ladder, claim what’s rightfully mine |
| Working against time, it’s been too long |
| And I haven’t had a chance to leave y’all yet: I apologize |
| Getting older and wiser, seen the picture painted |
| My destiny faded for this, and not for easy times |
| I put my heart in these rhymes always |
| Love it or, leave it or ready to die? |
| Yeah I’m ready |