Sometimes I look at my life man... Feels like I lost everything I have.
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Story behind the song
Goin' through some tough times, gettin' out of jail. I just felt hopeless trying to get back on my feet.
Lyrics
the Hypnotist:
But my words live lavish on the mic... Its like magic when I write... But the pain wreaked havoc on my life... It's like I stabbed it with a knife...
The rain turns to sleet, the pain gets increased, so much turmoil people soilin' they sheets, speak fluently, like oil and the grease, I try but they keep boilin' the heat, on the street, so much beef that you could have a feast, rock a vest on ya flesh underneath ya fleece, ya better roll deep in the seats of Jeeps, but it defeats the purpose, I want peace for my peeps, worthless to even try, better yet, to speak, on the peak of a mountain, I'm countin all my sheep, I try to be a shepherd but no better when I'm weak, why follow me? I'm washed up on the beach, like a little bug, that's squashed under ya feet, an insect: lost within the belly of the beast, no cellie's a friend of me, enemy of the police, but I'm on no side: US or middle east, I take a crack at this, and practice what I preach, I gotta wake up; for weeks I've been asleep, I was blind, now it's time to find a winning streak, It's all bleak, but at least I'm not deceased.
That'll be the day... That'll be the night... The night it's like magic when I write... But the pain wreaked havoc on my life... It's like I stabbed it with a knife... But my words live lavish on the mic... The fabric of my life...
Aristokrat:
Yo, its like I'm sleepin' wit my eyes open, no potions or vaccines for bad dreams, if rap's a bad habit, then I'm loyal as crack fiends, a bad seed full of mad greed and frustrations, dont got much patience, keep it movin' like bus stations, If I could just make it through the havoc and pain, my words could burn eardrums to ashes and flames, it's like I'm strapped wit a gauge but still trapped in a cage, liquefy thoughts to flows in a passionate rage, sometimes I don't notice days passin away, like I'm movin' in slow motion, health rapidly fades, gotta pay these bills, money never come fast, never pump crack, but I'll sling a fifty-dollar bud sack, plus tax, can't even pay a parking ticket, leave em on my windshield, so when they see my car, they skip it, and all it is is poverty, honestly robbin' me with law infractions and taxes, repossess the property, I gotta eat, all I can think of is takin' bank rolls, so me and my baby could maybe eat steak and potatoes.
I need money, never had it in my life... Even though I'm a classic on the mic... Cause the pain wreaked havoc on my life... It's like I stabbed it with a knife...