America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Song Info
Genre
Rights
LukeCwalker
Uploaded
March 12, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB • 128 kbps • 4:15
Lyrics
this is the trail of sadness, this is my final chapter
no more deranged madness, i wanna die wit laughter
im sick of being angry, sick of this depression
sick of feelin hopeless, sick of all the missed connections
always get in trouble, never seem to let it pass me
i try to keep it humble, but folks wan harrass me
i tried everything i could to make my life better
but im failin miserbly, thats why im writin my letter
i wan apologize to those who looked up to me
i hate for you to see me like this, a victim of the vipers
cryin for my daughter, wish i had her custody
all this fuckin stress is just a mess made because of me
they say everything happens for a reason
then tell me wuts tha reason, i even suffer when im dreamin
i cant go a day without fightin all my demons
i cant go a day without writin all my feelins
all these tribulations- and these trials-
that we go- through
only makes us in- to real men-
cuz what does not kill- you makes u stronger
i left my shorty in another state
tryin to set the ground work for a better life n better fate
its been two months now, im makin no progress
dreams of success is all a hoax like the lochness
im still in the darkness, i have friends but i
stay isolated, only fall asleep wit one eye
my moms almost died, damn, i wouldve fell to pieces
so much pain inside, i need help to release it
my music is no longer therapeutic
im runnin outa youth so damn i better use it
im too smart for stupid, but im always actin foolish
im a rubix cube, the full pic remains elusive
my life is all confusion, bullshit after bullshit
when it rains it pours, then ya hit by lightnin
then you go deaf cuz of thunder
how would things be in another life, man i wonder
time to man up, time to set some goals again
time to stand up, time to mend the holes within
time to land son, only god controls the wind
so i throw my hands up, pray, n i hope to win
my psyche said all i needed was a change of venue
n if i hated beef, call the waiter, change the menu
learn to appreciate life, dont let the hate continue
respect others n soon enough, they'll respect you
n im hopin thats true, im givin life chance
not only once, i can take a punch like man
i can handle dissapointment, i can handle change
i can handle pressure man, i can handle rain
im tryin to keep the right attitude
i got people to support, and a thought is wut im askin you
just hope for the best dogz, i'd appreciate it
thats from the heart god, holla, im'a see ya lata
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