ItĀ“s so hard to say, "IĀ“m sorry," itĀ“s so hard to self reflect Make the worldā aā better place, IĀ“llā put a bullet in my head IĀ“mā still runninĀ“ outta friends, steady runninĀ“ from the past
Ain“t no lil“ piece of heaven, all these demons that I have I am broken, I am tired, I am lonely and depressed I am made up of mistakes, I“ll start goin“ down the list I“m a product of my father, I“m a addict like my sister I“m so sick, I need a doctor Spent some time in institutions back at home with my mama Had to run away to Houston Had a girl, she was a goddess, I fucked up and had to lose her I see darkness all around me, put my soul into the music I am always fuckin“ doubting my every single movement
I saw violence in my home, I seen shit I canĀ“t forget I got anxieties and tendencies and memories repressed Rip this shit up off my chest, put these bullets in a clip Press the muzzle to my face and pull the trigger, now IĀ“mā ItĀ“s so hard to end it all, I wanna try to make it right ItĀ“s so hard to live at all, all these obstacles in life Make it hard for us all, made a fuck-up of my life IĀ“d give anything at all to take back a little time
I“m a beast, I“m a dog, I“m a runaway slave
I“m like Malcolm, I“m like Martin bein“ locked in a cage Tell Jesus, "Come and save me, I got goals and a pager" Misdemeanors on the papers, El Dorados on the Daytons See me float above the pavement I“m a fuckin“ mental patient, that“s my fuckin“ mission statement I“ve been sittin“, waitin“ patient I can hear what niggas sayin“, send me curses, see me prayin“ I could sell a blunt to Satan, all these trenches that I lay in All this chaos that I stay in, see my fate and know it“s waitin“ This a new beginning, call me Jesus, king of niggas
My sermon is delivered, rollin“ swishers, writin“ scriptures Many pains and many issues, this my written crucifixion I“ma sing a song of David, I remember Wayne and Baby I done seen them niggas leakin“ Screamin“, "Jesus, come and save me" I don“t know if I“ma make it, I just know that life ain“t easy Gettin“ harder while I“m breathin“ Niggas die inside of Beamers, they don“t even need a reason Guns clappin“, get to squeezin“ Niggas killin“, it ain“t easy Rent due and it ain“t easy Call his name, but he ain“t breathin“ Mama cryin“, it ain“t easy