Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let Me Live My Life - Chopped, artist - Z-Ro. Album song My Favorite Mixtape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.07.2009
Record label: KMJ - SoSouth
Song language: English
Let Me Live My Life - Chopped |
How does it feel, when you can’t make the pain stop |
Walking in the rain so your tears can blend in with the rain drops |
When your kin people done turned they back |
Every family that I know is just like that, my nigga how does it feel |
How does it feel, when they don’t believe anything you say |
Always, got to show and prove yourself every single day |
Man this ain’t living, nothing but drama all through the week |
And if they don’t respect my words, why they want me to speak |
I’m feeling worse, even though I put my family first |
I’m shedding tears cause I feel as if I’m headed to the dirt |
Ghetto on me, stressed out, mama buried ain’t dead |
Ain’t got no partners cause my partners put a price on my head |
Have you ever told a lie to make the drama stop |
Watch the world you love turn against you no more family problems |
How does it feel to be the black sheep, how does it feel to Victimized yourself for one time and evermore after the g And roses on the dresser bad, liquor approaching fast |
Sitting around, waiting on death to come, watching time pass |
My life, my life, falls under the wicked and shife |
I wonder where I got to sleep tonight, nigga tell me how does it feel |
I could of sworn I wasn’t the only person on this earth |
But it seems, that I’ve been one deep ever since the day of my birth |
I’m sick and tired of being lonely in this crooked land, people think |
I’m tripping cause of my facial expressions but they don’t understand |
24 years old and use to frowning daily, trying to figure out |
Who was the friend, and who was the foe, you know it’s bout to drive me crazy |
Mama, tell Jesus I can’t handle the pressure, look at The way they do me down here, my vision is Z-Ro on the stretcher |
Can’t I breed in peace, won’t y’all leave me alone |
Like Makavelli I close my eyes and picture home |
Bout a Mo City block, a place that ain’t no glocks, and it ain’t no sin |
No longer watching my back for the retaliation |
How does it feel to wish that you was dead, I can |
Answer that cause many of nights my pistol’s to my head |
But I’m so scared, my life, my life, 360 degrees |
Of being neglected stressing enemies nigga tell me how does it feel |
How does it feel, to be broke in this rap game |
You have skills and fame, but no car in your name |
With dreams for shiny things can you still hang |
But the T lady’s house got cracks in the window pain |
How does it feel to have that shit under your seat now |
You must start with your face on these c.d.s now |
What’s the deal now, what it do on them zones now |
Got them feds at your door so when you go now |
How does it feel to have these seeds that you can’t feed |
And these blocks full of rookies that you can’t bleed |
20/20 vision clear day, but you can’t see |
That you can’t be the broke nigga haters wanna see |
How does it feel to be brave full of street game |
Rap game, dope game, damn near the same thang |
How to maintain, I don’t know rings don’t bling |
Big Rod looking at the window birds don’t sing, how does it feel |
(outro) |
How does it feel, how does it feel |
My nigga how does it feel |
My nigga how does it feel |