| It’s so hard to say, «I'm sorry,» it’s so hard to self reflect
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| Make the world a better place, I’ll put a bullet in my head
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| I’m still runnin' outta friends, steady runnin' from the past
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| Ain’t no lil' piece of heaven, all these demons that I have
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| I am broken, I am tired, I am lonely and depressed
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| I am made up of mistakes, I’ll start goin' down the list
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| I’m a product of my father, I’m a addict like my sister
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| I’m so sick, I need a doctor
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| Spent some time in institutions back at home with my mama
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| Had to run away to Houston
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| Had a girl, she was a goddess, I fucked up and had to lose her
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| I see darkness all around me, put my soul into the music
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| I am always fuckin' doubting my every single movement
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| I saw violence in my home, I seen shit I can’t forget
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| I got anxieties and tendencies and memories repressed
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| Rip this shit up off my chest, put these bullets in a clip
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| Press the muzzle to my face and pull the trigger, now I’m—
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| It’s so hard to end it all, I wanna try to make it right
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| It’s so hard to live at all, all these obstacles in life
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| Make it hard for us all, made a fuck-up of my life
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| I’d give anything at all to take back a little time
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| I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I’m a runaway slave
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| I’m like Malcolm, I’m like Martin bein' locked in a cage
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| Tell Jesus, «Come and save me, I got goals and a pager»
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| Misdemeanors on the papers, El Dorados on the Daytons
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| See me float above the pavement
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| I’m a fuckin' mental patient, that’s my fuckin' mission statement
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| I’ve been sittin', waitin' patient
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| I can hear what niggas sayin', send me curses, see me prayin'
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| I could sell a blunt to Satan, all these trenches that I lay in
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| All this chaos that I stay in, see my fate and know it’s waitin'
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| This a new beginning, call me Jesus, king of niggas
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| My sermon is delivered, rollin' swishers, writin' scriptures
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| Many pains and many issues, this my written crucifixion
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| I’ma sing a song of David, I remember Wayne and Baby
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| I done seen them niggas leakin'
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| Screamin', «Jesus, come and save me»
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| I don’t know if I’ma make it, I just know that life ain’t easy
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| Gettin' harder while I’m breathin'
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| Niggas die inside of Beamers, they don’t even need a reason
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| Guns clappin', get to squeezin'
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| Niggas killin', it ain’t easy
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| Rent due and it ain’t easy
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| Call his name, but he ain’t breathin'
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| Mama cryin', it ain’t easy
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| Hard times, it ain’t easy
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| It ain’t easy |