My Life
“Youre bipolar? My mom bipolar too. Turn here”
“You sure you’re mom at work, there are no cars here”
“She here”
He got out and turned back around real quick
bang bang bang
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Intro singing
(Read over the rap parts)
I used to say 5 prayers every morning
Down to 2, 3 when the dessert starts yawning
I didn’t fight for me, I did it for you
I did it for 2, I didn’t do it to get thru
Went back for the hood when I forsook all the glory
Got left for dead in the hood now I’m telling another story
I still swear there are diamonds down here and that view will never change
Eyes wide shut walking for a third time ducking bullets like a target on a shooting range
Jesus pieces are just idols to remind us
And the elder be angels who get pissed and come down and find us
Peep that red eye so you know what I’m spitting is real
And maybe when I can admit it I will finally feel
Instead of acting and on best behavior
He ain’t ever grant me shit, not even this last favor
I’ve been in the darkest corners, been in bars with bass to my voice
And I don’t have a side while they assume I get a choice
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Four hoods surround me, everyone who see it wanna take them away
But then who’s gonna watch you all until I finish what I came here to say
Walking head down I’ll never bow to a stranger again
And in this life I ain’t ever even made a real friend
But I’m never out of bounds even when I’m acting out
And god can’t hear me, only when I shout
No doubt
And I can spit game, I could’ve taught you all a lot
But I ain’t trying to help either -/- you either with it or you not
And I’m sick of the bitches just begging to get in
Remember that line “just trying not to sin”
I’m not helping you all survive cause most people don’t deserve it
Who am I to say one day whether or not someone earned it
My heart is solid don’t you dare play me for a bitch, I’m with 2
And I don’t know how or why
I ain’t scared anymore but that’s only when I’m alone with a silent crew
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Pac never left me and I’m still spitting at biggie
I don’t know why I’m so mad I just know that gun is all 50
Cause I don’t know how to shoot
I ain’t the type to ever loot
I’m not the type that wanna see someone suffer
I’m just the type that you can’t think of another
My mind fucked probably when I got ptsd out in mb
I guess they assume it’s all good when they recognize or assume about me
Gmas prayer... Id memorize my favorite quotes on her cards and recite them as prayer
And I never shot up, we shoot down on the yard in case anyone care
Everyone assume like they just see a color
I ain’t ever been a mother
I would’ve never made that sacrifice not to be
So don’t tell me your advice when you think you see what you see
And nah I ain’t nice
Not to everyone
That’s why I gave him the 22
I just wanted peace and for him to say sorry and give it to you
I wanted you to realize that’s where I’m from too
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My life... my life... my life