| Touch that iron enough times
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| You start realising that it’s pretty hot
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| But at what point do you stop touching it? |
| Come on
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| You know it never works but you keep doing it anyway
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| You know it never works but you keep trying it anyway
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| Real question, why do I indulge in things
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| That make it seem like I’m in love with pain?
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| Everybody speculating why the rug was stained
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| Cause the sweat and tears dried but the blood remained
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| Now I’m laying back thinking 'bout my cousin, man
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| I’m on some other sh-, like when the subject change
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| And the moment that I walked inside, judgement came
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| Cause I ain’t have a dozen chains like Clubber Lang
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| I guess you could say that I sacrificed some pay
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| Cause I chose not to sign my whole life away
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| But anything in hindsight seems suffice to say
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| And even the broken clock is right twice a day
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| Now, my main affliction’s a pain addiction
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| The same condition, but I won’t change prescriptions
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| So by definition I’m insane, the custom is scuffing
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| Cause only a fool keeps going back to receive nothing
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| I must have a struggle addiction
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| Cause I won’t change my troubled existence
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| I’m still living but something is missing
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| Keep doing the same thing, leading to the same pain
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| I really must love this condition
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| Cause I won’t find another position
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| I’m too trifling and stubborn to listen
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| Keep doing the same thing, leading to the same name
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| Now despite people’s envious ways, I’m feeling fine
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| Only dream that you seem to have is killing mine
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| I showed love they wasn’t thinking about showing
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| While I was bringing 'em up, I was sinking without knowing
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| Enabling the slick-hearted to make my life harder
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| As I’m saving them from drowning they pulling me underwater
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| Dead weight brings you down, I wasn’t knowing that then
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| It’s best to cut a loose string than try to sow it back in
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| I blame me for failing to move on
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| Only fools keep walking on glass with no shoes on
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| Dedicated to my craft, it’s been a turbulent ride
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| Sometimes it takes more away from me than what it provides
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| Still I keep coming back to it and taking a beating
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| Like a person who just won’t leave somebody that’s cheating
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| And if your plan fell through a few times, let me tell ya
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| One of the main ingredients of success is failure
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| See, be true, see through, every blatant and weak move
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| Deceitful people, Satan waiting to sweep you
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| Chase new breakthroughs, if you’re struggling, make do
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| You can run for ever but you can never escape you
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| This learned behaviour was too vicious to discern
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| Never did you think that your life would be taking this turn
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| Nothing to be trusted at all, even the kiss burns
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| Not knowing the feeling of having something when it’s earned
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| Sadly, crafty people seeking to grab me
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| Into the bottomless misery bag, try to add me
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| Plus you, now you in deep the pressure because you
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| Wondering if anybody actually loves you
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| Turn rat, one that you trusted in done that
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| Once that happens your confidence never comes back
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| Systems, twisted, spiritually conflicted
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| But if you’re listening then you’re in position to fix it |