| A manic depressive, well what could be as bad as this
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| Where I’m locked in the bathroom, cuttin my wrists
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| Could it be that I’m tired of my life goin one way
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| The same-ass struggle from Sunday to Sunday
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| Damn, I used to keep a hundred grand
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| And it hurts when my girl sayin she don’t understand
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| And she cry too, sayin baby they denied you
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| And you got them haters in the game who despise you
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| Or could it be that I’ve been livin in a fantasy
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| Thinkin niggas really cared, sayin they were family?
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| A bad dream, seein 'em stand around
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| And they watched me drown, I heard they mock me now
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| Well fuck 'em! |
| Now that I’m gettin back on my feet
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| And I’m focused we all gon' sit down to eat
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| And the streets said Mic man we need you back
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| The game’s a puzzle and son, you a piece of the rap
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| And I love dat, that’s why I’m doin what I’m doin
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| Y’all and God the only things gettin me through it
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| And when the rain rains hard, the sun will shine
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| I’m only here to get mine, seen?
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| + (Mic G)
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| No one ever said it would be easy
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| I know it takes a lot, to get by (yeah, I’m alive)
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| Even when they ain’t makin no room for me
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| I’m makin room for me, watch me fly (yeah)
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| Now, now — if you could see the pain in my eyes
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| Shit I flew through the back windshield of my ride
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| And I damn near died, and uhh
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| What I’ve been goin through about three years
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| It’s been enough winter here I couldn’t shed no tears
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| Imagine losin everything you ever owned
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| From your ice, crib, your whip, your girl and home
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| And then, you and only you alone, gettin by
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| And the man in the mirror he ain’t nothin but a lie
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| So you try hard, but you not gettin richer
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| And you grind hard, but they won’t see the picture
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| So you say now, maybe I should leave the pain
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| Hurts so bad, there’s nothin I could never explain
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| Then I said to myself, you control everything
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| That’s around you, nigga you the master
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| Nigga suck it up, get your weight up, avoid your disaster
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| Longer, stronger, harder, faster
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| Before they speak a word against me, I have no shame
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| Had to run and pull my chain in the pourin rain
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| Before they, spread lies they best be raisin some questions
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| I done, made mistakes I done learned from my lessons
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| They gon' tell you my temper had me out of control
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| I was blinded by the pot and wouldn’t look at the road
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| Some’ll even say the closest motherfuckers to me got me
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| By genorosity, prayin that my haters’ll stop me
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| Fuck 'em, I don’t care, they gon' walk anyway
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| Fuck 'em, I don’t care, they gon' talk anyway
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| And I’ve been through the drama, see this life’s a strain
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| Hope you never see what I did of the hurt and pain
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| And I walk through this road with a cross to bear
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| No mistakes I can think of or care to share
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| Now I’m here, I’m a live mine 'til my death
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| Kill the game 'til nothing’s left, I’m alive
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| — 2X (w/ ad libs by Tyrese)
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| Everything I do, everywhere I go
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| They don’t wanna see me grow
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| They don’t want me goin all the way
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| I asked myself, why me? |
| Why?
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| Why don’t they love me?
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| They want it gone anyway, why they gotta pull me down?
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| Everytime I try to come up, wanna pull me down
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| All the way down
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| 'Til I have nothin left
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| What did I do to you? |
| Oh no no
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| What have I done to set them to? |