Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trapped, artist - Swisha T. Album song Filthy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.11.2015
Record label: Swisha T
Song language: English
Trapped |
I knew a kid that was so twisted in the brain |
He would sit alone and talk to always sniffin' his cocaine |
Was imprisoned by shame, had so many insecurities |
He had so much potential, but he felt like he was worthless he |
Couldn’t shake the damn depression, he would lack expression |
A blank look is all I got when I would ask a question |
Self-destructive, he was banging hoes without protection |
Slapped a couple up and got some charges filed against him |
Swore that he would quit, but fell in love with his addiction |
Carrying syringes anywhere that he would visit |
He was scared and he was timid, so embarrassed of his image |
And when I tried to help him, he didn’t care or even listen |
Thought he had it all, but now he’s losing faith |
Wakes up in the days like «what the fuck is there to do today» |
Like a game of chess he’s feeling cornered with no moves to make |
Now he’s out of options, I don’t think think that he’ll recuperate |
This pain ain’t gonna fall on my face no more |
And I can’t breathe when I’m drowning |
Too many debts for me to settle the score |
I feel like I can’t move on without this |
Put your picture on my wall |
And I can’t even watch you |
I’m too caught up in my own regrets |
But I won’t forget that they locked you |
He’d stay at home until his room became a prison |
Incarcerating daily, unable to make decisions |
Put his pen down to the paper to start crafting |
Knew the art of rapping, he really had raw talent |
But lately been all challenges |
Life has been off balance |
Everytime he’d drop a rhyme, all his homies would start laughing |
That’s when he lost passion, he started hanging with crack addicts |
Hit the lowest point in his life and had a crash landing |
Don’t wanna put the effort in, he’d rather half-ass it |
Constantly at war with himself, now that’s a bad habit |
He’s doing things that you never would imagine |
Pimping underage women just to keep his paper stack |
And if his mother only knew what her only son has become |
She would probably lock herself in a room, pick up a gun |
Struggled that she worked as a single mother to raise him |
Whoever would’ve thought that her son was the spawn of Satan |
This pain ain’t gonna fall on my face no more |
And I can’t breathe when I’m drowning |
Too many debts for me to settle the score |
I feel like I can’t move on without this |
Put your picture on my wall |
And I can’t even watch you |
I’m too caught up in my own regrets |
But I won’t forget that they locked you |
He’s getting worse, falling deeper into depression |
Threatening his life 'cause he’s feigning for the attention |
Forgetting all the people that love him he’d be affecting |
In his mind it didn’t mean nothing he’s slowly reaching for his weapon |
Before he went to grab it, he made a final confession |
Whimpered and cried and then he said with expression |
I hate you for everything that was wrong in my life |
Do you know what growing up without a father was like? |
Every girl I ever loved stuck my heart with a knife |
And you’re expecting me to run, shake it off with a smile |
I’m not made for this I can’t take this shit my motivation is crumbled |
All I know is somebody has got to pay for this |
He goes silent, he never crashed his bed |
Tried to roll an L, but he ripped his last Zig-Zag |
Finally put the gun up to his head to blow this shit back |
But he ain’t getting out so damn easy 'cause the clip jammed |
This pain ain’t gonna fall on my face no more |
And I can’t breathe when I’m drowning |
Too many bets for me to settle the score |
I feel like I can’t move on without this |
Put your picture on my wall |
And I can’t even watch you |
I’m too caught up in my own regrets |
But I won’t forget that they locked you |