| I don't think I'm the last-I'm the only one of my breed
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| because I'm unable to trust-unless it's one of my seeds
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| even still I fall in love with the women who give me nothin' but drama
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| too busy lookin for what I'm missin'my mama
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| keep God first is written on every autograph I sign
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| but hard to practice what I preach, with all this evil on my mind
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| 'Cause my premeditation is revenge
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| not patient enough to wait on God to handle it for me-I come and sin
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| you wonder why I never come around
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| 'Cause if I'm goin thru it and we're together you might get a lil'down
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| and I'm not tryna be a party-pooper
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| even though I'm rich-I'm use to bein depressed, I'm addicted and just can't quit
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| Truth is my situation ain't live
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| my label just paid for lawyers and the advances, and a Chyrsler to drive
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| you wonder why I'm still holdin' this microphone
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| but let the people know that live a life like mine, know that they're not alone
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| Truth is-everybody love to talk about what's wrong wit' somebody else
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| but I'm not scared, to say what's wrong with myself
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| Truth is-I know I rap about the same thing, again and again
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| but show me money, happiness, and real-true friends
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| Lately I been thinkin' about Rhonda and I miss her
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| but I don't miss my could-be wife I miss my sister
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| I saw you on the news and I'm sorry for ya loss
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| another baby daddy dead and one more kid around the house (damn)
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| I made I hate you bitch about you and you know that
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| but check this out...sometimes I be wishin' I could go back
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| and undo it, never go thru it-try to keep on livin' our lives
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| all I can say today is I apologize
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| even though you did me bad-I ain't mad, cause we both did dirt
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| but you didn't have to steal from me and make it hurt
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| told the laws that I hit you (bitch)-tryed to send me to jail
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| then called my phone, screamin you loved me and I loved you as well
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| but after that wasn't nothin' left accept to let my wheels spin
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| now everytime I meet a good woman-I'm afraid to let her in
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| 'cause I don't wanna repeat 2003
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| I know you mad, but if you and the kids every need anything-holla at me
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| Truth is-everybody love to talk about what's wrong wit' somebody else
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| but I'm not scared, to say what's wrong with myself
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| Truth is-I know I rap about the same thing, again and again
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| but show me money, happiness, and real-true friends
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| I'd rather walk alone, instead of walkin'20 deep
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| I'm a shepard, but I know I can't handle too many sheep
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| some say I'm a prophet, some say I'm just tryna earn a profit
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| but if I'm tryna walk right-the Lord gon' keep somethin in my pocket
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| I curse and I smoke weed and keep a gun in my hand
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| but I never said I was perfect, I am only a man
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| I been to jail a couple of times but that don't mean I'm a threat
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| In fact the Lord was probably protectin' me from my death
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| 'cause I done had so many beef-with other rappers and police
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| and gangbangers that claim what I claim wanna see me Rest In Peace
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| bury me next to my mama if they lay me down to sleep
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| Truth is I'm not a person, I'm just another CD
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| Man I done tripped out on some of my fans, indirectly
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| so many haters had me thinkin' all of ya'll was tryna disrespect me
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| sometimes I wish I was somebody else
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| but thank the Lord for all of my troubles-cause that's what makes me myself
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| Truth is-everybody love to talk about what's wrong wit' somebody else
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| but I'm not scared, to say what's wrong with myself
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| Truth is-I know I rap about the same thing, again and again
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| but show me money, happiness, and real-true friends |