Waking up to this pain in my chest.
I dodged a lot of bullets but I'm still going need a vest.
I'm drowning , I got all this water around my neck.
Dying young, wondering if I'm going to be next.
I hope the narcotics didn't messed up all my organs.
I know medically that kind of stuff is important.
I'm trying to find some peace within my soul.
My heart is shivering, it needs a blanket because it's cold.
Spending my nights eating box noodles and salad.
Painful memories wishing they weren't valid.
Wishing my pain wasn't like change so I wouldn't have to keep it.
Tears covering my kitchen floor, can you sweep it?
The world can see all the hell I been through from my mug shots.
My life is a stove, the more you listen the flames will become too hot.
Inhale all my pain and blow it out through cigars.
I'm too old to believe in shooting stars.
Drowning in the ocean full of debt.
Pouring out my emotions and I'm not even done yet.
Police stopped me several times this month, I must be a threat.
I was charged falsely of a crime so not guilty I confessed.
I know I better pay my lawyer off because he will come in handy.
I still sleep around so I always have my Plan B.
I know how it feels to lose everything and never gain it back.
I know how it is to dance with the devil and be under attack.
I know how it feels to lose appeals.
Then you have to hire a expensive lawyer to win without a plea deal.
I know how it is to be off the percs and lose the wheel.
I know how it is to be hustling for a meal.
I know how it is for people to judge you.
A lot of people think for some reason that they are above you.
My mind and soul belongs to the streets.
My pain is like music so it's no way I can miss a beat.
I feel like a cat escaping death nine times already.
My heart chopped in pieces like broken bushes from a machete.
My soul filled with hurt so it's hard not to dwell.
Broken dreamer believing in a wishing well.
I hope the Lord can forgive me for all my sins.
I'm just trying to survive in the trenches like Daniel in the lion den.
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