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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #649
Peak in subgenre #28
Author
Reaper/All Around Productions
Rights
2010
Uploaded
December 30, 2010
Track Files
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:11
Lyrics
It seemed like wishin' for better days way too much
So I stay in this hole, walkin' wit' my crutch
Way out of touch, in despair; naw, life ain't fair
But you gotta make the best, with what you little you have
All the time dreamin' big, you can't be sittin' on yo' ass
Waitin' for a handout, a man can't live like that
So I had to do what's best, for me, and not nobody else
And sometimes I got f*** ed up, but had to try anyway
Anything is better than, contuining to live this way
All I know is poverty, I'm livin' from my hand to mouth
How I'm gonna make it dawg? way down in the dirty south
Everybody got a dream, but only some will wake up
And pick that fruit right off the tree, I'm sick of constant misery
And everytime I seem to try, and I fail, I wanna die
But I pick myself up, try harder, go again
Left my bad habits behind, no more smokin' pine at times
I see the end of the tunnel, it seems no brighter
I keep runnin' and runnin', it gets no closer
I keep tryin' and tryin', it just gets harder
I refuse to give up, cause there's gonna be tomorrow
I was depressed, sometimes it just leaves me a nervous wreck
Always full of these regrets, stressin', smokin' cigarettes
Trying to find my own path, only finding short falls
When it comes to luck man, I seem to have none at all
Walking through the project hall, smellin' piss and gettin' mad
All of this here deprevation, never went through segregation
See too much that's f*** ed up, but for that I have no consolation
Trippin' on a constant basis, wearin' different fake faces
Yeah that's my happy one, and this here is content homie
But I do not feel like that, you think I need a girl to hold me?
What I seem to really need, is a reason to keep goin'
Everything is pitch black, jaded and always looks gray
Yeah the sun seems to shine, but that's really all in yo' mind
Truly to see brighter days, you gotta break right through the clouds
Ascend right into the heavens, assume your throne beside the Maker
Or plunge into the depths of Hell, and live in harmony beside Satan
