Lyrics
(verse 1)
the top looks so high when standing down at the bottom,
so much holding us back because problems we all got em,
and we can't seem to solve em the world just keeps revolvin,
karma keeps coming back from all the stuff we get involved in,
and its pretty sick allways getten stuck in a pickle,
so no matter what we do the outcome is pretty fickle,
so unpredictable, like life is really fictional,
full of all this pain like the strife is unconditional,
the human race is on a path to self destruction,
from its concept and design to its construction,
straight to its completion, lifes fully deletion,
but what if there's no heaven or Fields of the Elysian,
its something we can't fathom like a dark, deep chasm,
extended is the grip of hell ready to grab em,
and pull us alot down into that dark deep pit,
full of torture and pain when life cease to exist,
(Verse 2 - Strife's 8 bars)
I'm feeling fed up, no longer keep my head up,
this bull sh** in my life just seems to never let up,
and it wont ever cease, i'll never find peace,
untill i'm laid to rest in the ground,a€¦..deceased!
i'm so cold its like my heart's frozen over,
and so depressed, i got this chip on my shoulder,
so when i go to sleep i pray that i dont awake,
I've layed myself to rest, u have my soul to take!
(Ja-Taa's 8 bars)
but i feel my soul breakin, seems so forsaken
patiently waitin but secretly hopin i don't make it
ain't no salvationa€¦and i'm just supposed to take it?
fakin life is great but hate the toll that it's taken?
f*** this old impersonation, i'm tearin off this mask
ask me again how i'm doing, and you'll wear it up your ass
this barren path has made my spirit tear in half
and i'll remain forever lost if i don't repair it fast
(Verse 3 - Ja Taa)
so i struggle alone through troubles and woes
with nothin but these clothes on my back
an empty bottle of cognac
catches my reflection, i feel just as empty
shackled to depression, is this all that was meant for me?
i don't knowa€¦ and i wonder if i care
i light another smoke as i stumble out the chair
mumble and swear some sh** how a€œi wasn't prepareda€
but i can't blame it on my parents cuz my mother was there
there ain't no easy answers, there ain't no way to shake it
i can't remain complacent, cuz my fate is what i make it
gotta take it, shape it, and make it something worthwhile
flip like turnstiles, and start workin on that first mile
with any lucka€¦ i'll move on to the second one
start to give a f*** and walk away from this settin sun
but that's easier said than done
the way i feel nowa€¦ my odds are like ten-to-one
