R.I.P. Pop...The way my life went is My Fault.
Real Hip-Hop, Real Life, Real Inspiration, REAL EVERYTHING...RJB
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
I walk away from wisdom rather grab a pistol, have a shootout
sided wit death, like all these rumors I was booed out/
off the stage, now a memory written on the page
of my book, my life, a story full of rage/
of pain so deep, can't even cry myself to sleep
Im on the creep, walked on like a shadow on the street/
just chillin in defeat, kinda funny ain't it
yet Im still standing, surprised I haven't fainted/
liek when me and narcotics was aquainted
myself I hated, Im thanking music that I made it/
if she wasn't here wouldn't have no love to show
couldn't show having nothing ain't the end of the road/
but I'll go..cuz I know..its my fault
no words could apologize for my faults/
and I thank my Pop for having me taught
and I thank my Lord for having me caught/ (Real Talk)
(Verse 2)
I said its my fault, been caught, raised up, been taught
yet Im still stuck in a shaker, pouring out like salt/
inner spirits must of fought, yeah they had me in a cell
I was rock bottom, darkness creepin in the jail/
I was all alone, felt something tappin on my shoulder
looking up, heavens up, hands took the boulder/
I just wanna feel something, reel in something real
while Im grinding for the deal, direction, spin the wheel/
I got the telescope cuz Im searching for my star
but Im headed for a waterfall, I was pushin to far/
he taught me patience knowing I'll be waiting
knowing I was fading, my life lost the painting/
the color washed away and the shading went gray
so now Im in this area where I can't stay/
lost my way, don't mix like oil and water
gotta break free, leave three, whole, like a quarter/
(Verse 3)
blaming me, all of my mistakes
so Im saving me, from letting off the brakes/
looking at a red light never thinking stop
like the colors swapped, seen red and blue, heard the cops/
thoughts in my mind like I really done it this time
can't outrun this line dotted on my life line/
I wasn't scared though like I felt it coming
I stopped runnin and accepted what I had coming/
tired of the life I was living gotta understand
responsibilty, growing up to be a man/
God touched me, let me know the truth man
he the reason that Im even in the boothe man/
its my fault that she walked out the door
my fault that we never talk no more/
now nothing matter, I was madder, plain hating me
pain related to me, and I know your not blamin me/ (My Fault)
