produced by Archimedes
America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #6,139
Peak in subgenre #970
Rights
LukeCwalker
Uploaded
January 20, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.4 MB 128 kbps 4:49
Lyrics
you might be tired of songs when i discuss my souls problems but i got enough to fill a whole album nigga the trouble keeps comin n my souls gotten bigga if life is sweet,why i gotta a whole lotta bitta? im drinkin everyday, i gotta old rotton liver im thinkin betta days havent gotten any nearer stare into the mirror, try to picture greatness how can that be achieved without masterin the basics? try to eat good but the sandwhich in my plate is only bread n ketchup, you would gag if you would taste it ramen noodles for a feast, maybe chicken lata nah, only beer n juice in the refridgerator my cat eatin floor scraps, i should immitate her the worst thing on this earth is a livin failure i wish that i wouldlve died in that incubator but i didnt, im sittin here scriptin pages why life gotta be so damn hard?! why mines gotta be so damn harsh?! why i gotta be in tha gudda?! is it so hard to share my pain wit another?! i go to interviews wit a nice suit on fillin applications from night through dawn put a smile on my face, tell im a good man but they tell me no wit a smile on they face go home tellin wifey i aint catch a break she says its alright wit that smile on her face but i tried hard, even walked a mile in the rain she keeps smilin, just hidin the pain then im forced to go out at night wit tha blade just to get a couple dollars, hide from tha jakes it aint right n i dont like doin it one day i might just die doin it but its my life n its mine to be ruinin i got a bright mind n i tried usin it i got denied, dropped out of highschool wit it even lost the will to get up in the music biz now i start again, another opportunity a chance to avoid fam readin out my eulogy i give thanks to manz that were true to me and had my back n saw luke as a human being n to those who pose n fake like they true to me well, lets keep that between you n me i dont hold grudges, but dont get it twisted i wont hesitate to wipe ya ass from existance i had to seperate myself from bad situations court dates stackin up, mad litigation the fear of wakin up, bounty hunters at my door it came true, im kinda happy that they came through i needed that to open up my eyes to the truth i cant believe im tellin my whole life to this booth well, the mic always listens to my pain my best friend, peace till we meet again
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