| Ain’t no sense to bitch about it | 
| Cause you all know what’s gone wrong. | 
| Late at night, when you’re in your bed, | 
| The Bad Don’t Seem So Wrong. | 
| Tryin' to justify the violence, reconcile in silence. | 
| Dress it up in fancy clothes. | 
| Wash it down with diamonds. | 
| Drown it out with music. | 
| Act like they don’t apply to you, | 
| Look how wobbly the rules is. | 
| You probly could improve if/ | 
| You was in charge, maybe runnin' thangs | 
| (If) You was involved things would be different. | 
| Maybe you could make a difference | 
| Or probly not and things would stay the same | 
| And you go to sleep at night | 
| Knowin things will never change | 
| Wake up in the mornin and you feelin kinda strange. | 
| Don’t remember last night, so you back at it again. | 
| Turn back up your music. | 
| Put back on your chains. | 
| Fasten on your watch and slide on all your rings. | 
| Put back on your glasses that block out all the pain. | 
| Hit yo niggas on the phone, and tell em that it’s on. | 
| Tell em that it’s on. | 
| Ain’t no sense to bitch about it | 
| Cause you all know what’s gone wrong. | 
| Late at night, when you’re in your bed, | 
| The Bad Don’t Seem So Wrong. | 
| Destined to be a winner. | 
| Tryin to pick up where the rest lose. | 
| Prayin to the Father, tryin' to figure out your next move. | 
| Pain across your face and still you wear it like your best shoes. | 
| But yet, you no accept it, cause it just might be your best news. | 
| Nothin taken for granted, still you searchin for an answer. | 
| Your fightin to be sane, your momma fightin with cancer. | 
| Father ain’t around, so now you gotta be the man, now. | 
| Tomorrow ain’t ever promised so you gotta take a stand now. | 
| Hard times seem to be the only thing you understand. | 
| Fuck seein a mil, you tryin to make it to a couple grand. | 
| Even with a couple grand, you gotta try to make it last. | 
| You ridin for the fam knowin the Devil tryin' to make ya crash. | 
| You gotta hold on, homie if you only knew. | 
| Never quit, knowin somebody doin' worse than you. | 
| Ain’t no sense to bitch about it | 
| Cause you all know what’s gone wrong. | 
| Late at night, when you’re in your bed, | 
| The Bad Don’t Seem So Wrong. | 
| You on the only road to give up. | 
| Strugglin where you’re heart at. | 
| Though death is where you end up, they tell me that’s where we start at. | 
| Either way, you gon make em remember you | 
| Just pray you don’t get stuck in homicide for that interview. | 
| You ended up in tears when all you wanted was a smile. | 
| (All the while) Lookin for hope you end up losin as a child. | 
| Realizin nothin helps to take the the pain away. | 
| Cause if it was somethin that numb away the feelinm | 
| You’d pray to God to situate a day. | 
| It’s hard to keep it. | 
| Stand up. | 
| You’re leanin on your last leg. | 
| The pressure tryin' to weigh in. You just ran out your last bread. | 
| Window of opportunity feelin like it just shut more. | 
| They tell you to be thankful. | 
| Your response for em is «what for? | 
| " | 
| It seem like everybody else in a better position. | 
| Only thing else left to do is open up your ears and listen. | 
| Ain’t no sense to bitch about it | 
| Cause you all know what’s gone wrong. | 
| Late at night, when you’re in your bed, | 
| The Bad Don’t Seem So Wrong. |