| No, it can’t be life
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| Cause it feels like hell
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| One foot in the streets
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| And the other in jail
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| And I’m just trying to find my way
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| To a place that’s a better place
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| This can’t be life — not this can’t be right
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| I ain’t supposed to be sufferin'
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| I ain’t supposed to be strugglin'
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| I’m supposed to get money
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| I ain’t posed' to be fumblin'
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| My situation on the rocks
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| Shit I’m begging and bummin'
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| Like I’m searching for something
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| And my niggas ain’t helpin'
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| My old lady she know wassup
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| What the fuck I’mma tell her
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| I got problems and problems
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| I could blame on the devil
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| I been a fuck up all my life
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| Just what held it together
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| They be like. |
| «Kevin you should pray only heaven can help ya»
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| Family members threw in the towel
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| Cause they feel I’mma failure
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| I’ve been searching for years
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| Trying to work through the tears
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| Pointing this pistol at my temple
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| It hurts to be here
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| I pull this trigger — that I’m gripping
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| That hurt disappear
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| Like you heard about Gates
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| It ain’t certain or clear
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| He held that thang
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| Made it go bang
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| Let it squirt in his ear
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| Gave up on life that was given
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| It’s curtains from here
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| No, it can’t be life
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| Cause it feels like hell
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| One foot in the streets
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| And the other in jail
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| And I’m just trying to find my way
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| To a place that’s a better place
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| This can’t be life — I get ridiculed
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| When I spit at the fools
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| Like I lost it — my love for this shit
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| Been exhausted
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| It costed too much to floss
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| And for who
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| Niggas gonna hate you regardless
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| No matter what you do
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| No, this can’t be life
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| It feel more like a nightmare
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| I tried to escape it
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| But reality be right there
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| I looked up at God
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| But I think I’ve been disconnected
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| Like he ain’t hear my prayer
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| Just heard it in 97
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| Looking back at my past
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| Examine — try the dissection
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| When I act out my rage
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| Scorsese couldn’t direct it
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| The whole world is my stage
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| Here go act 3 take 1
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| Shining light the camera
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| It took pressure to make one
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| Trying to move up like elevators
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| Gazing up at that penthouse suite
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| Whoever got plans to devastate us
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| Really must not know shit bout me
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| I tongue kissed and finger fucked my haters
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| Cursed with pain — and reversed my pain
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| Life or death I chased that shit
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| So I went ahead and burst that shit
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| No, it can’t be life
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| Cause it feels like hell
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| One foot in the streets
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| And the other in jail
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| And I’m just trying to find my way
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| To a place that’s a better place
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| OK — I’m — back to the drawing board
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| I — gaze in the pastor’s face
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| I — know — God gave up on me
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| So — I probably be the last to say
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| Don’t even show respect at church
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| I look around — when the pastor pray
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| All my loved ones passed away
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| Not they fault — so I had to say
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| Yes I’mma sit and be sad today
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| Might smoke blunts like half the day
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| My probation — my conviction
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| Main intent was to graduate
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| That ain’t shit though
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| Got potential — and credential — no job
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| Most of me — been hopelessly — unfocused
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| People close to me — say I ain’t shit
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| Cause I ain’t rich
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| Hoes ain’t never find me cute and
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| Usually was rude to me
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| I only went to school to eat
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| My uncles beat me up for stealing clothes
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| And ain’t give food to me
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| This can’t be life — I hate my life
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| Hardships — losing me
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| Fake friends — using me
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| Coke game — abusing me
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| Or maybe it’s my pride
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| I’m like inside I got this drive
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| But this drive’ll get me shot
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| Or prolly get me caught up
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| Or I’ll be selling work
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| When selling work will get me locked up
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| No, it can’t be life
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| Cause it feels like hell
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| One foot in the streets
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| And the other in jail
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| And I’m just trying to find my way
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| To a place that’s a better place |