America's Nightmare; Young, Black, And Don't Give A Fuck
Rap In It's Rawest Form
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #7,761
Peak in subgenre #1,195
Rights
LukeCwalker
Uploaded
March 17, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:02
Lyrics
you couldnt understand wut i go through
so i keep spittin these tracks to show you
just take a look inside my eyes
tell me if you see a man alive
you couldnt understand wut i go through
so i keep spittin these tracks to show you
just take a look inside my eyes
and realize im not alive
a man on the edge, ive been pushed over
fell on my face, thought i was a true soldier
i never thought that, a man so diesal could ever fall back
but then i got sacked
i tried to stay in the pocket, but i had no lanes to throw through
the pain i go through, insane, but so true
my veins are so chewed, my heart feels so weak
my brain is so used
wish i could go back, start changin my youth
im haunted by truth, i try to
live by the codes of bible, use christ as idol
explain why i lose
they say use the light to guide you
but wut if the darkness always hides you
and wut if ya blinded by ya hatred
ya cuttin ya wrists just to bleed away sin
ever since i was a just young one
i always had mad beef wit someone
heart always burnin like a bunson
now its just cold like the days in london
you could never know just where i come from
you could never survive in my dungeon
a lovin father n a lovin husband
im lyin, im tellin you shit i wasnt
im dyin, inside im gettin undone
hidin from the demons that i cannot run from
you know how it is when ya tryin so hard
to be a qb but ya stuck at nosegaurd
(in the trenches) when the good times gon start?
(im gettin wreckless) i'll never make it (i know god)
but im'a try one last time
crawl out this hole before i lose my damn mind
all the walls are closin in around me
everybody movin on without me
im left all alone, out in the street, no bed or a home
world out of my reach
i stand by myself, bang by myself
friends say they'll help me, but i hang by myself
fend for myself, even at the end, i'll be dead myself
n they still tryin to help
you see wut im sayin? talk is so cheap
cuz aint nobody there, they be off wit they peeps
they'll call you when they hang out
knowin you aint got no food to put in ya damn mouth
knowin you aint got a job, you aint got dough
you aint got a home n ya hearts broke
well thats why i keep my distance
i cant trust anyone around me in this
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