Yo
If you don't learn from mistakes, you're doomed to repeat 'em
I know you heard it before but I feel it's worth repeating
I deal with inner demons and have
No idea when they're leaving so I keep bobbing and weaving
It's a sad cycle and the facts of life distract you from the path that's right
Like bad advice from the deacon
In my apartment in the dark just drinking
With my wag hitch? to a tumble? and sinking
Got a toddler but only see her every weekend
Cause after two years my baby mom said I'm a heathen
Picked up and left one evening, like you're a nightmare
Not the man that I thought I saw when I'm dreaming
My mother gave up, weary from when people askin how I'm doin'
She says stuff that she makes up
If this a bad dream than please help me wake up
Cause I've taking to much and had enough, so
(How can people be so heartless?)
Man all I know is
My life is like playing poker with the devil
Get dough, set back, 'caus he has the decks stack so...
(How can people be so heartless?)
Man I don't know but
I stand tall throw my backs against the wall
A cold world is not cool at all...
Sometimes I have to lose my mind
Cause being insane is terrible when the pain is unbearable
And I ain't lying Just tryin'to find a path to get back on track
Cause life has been kicking my ass like a hackey sack
It's difficult to seek enjoyment with all the people you love
You leave with dissapointment
And getting up seems pointless in the morning
If I can't afford to buy my daughters diaper rash ointment
Got warrant so the pigs be oink oinkin'
Can't carry ID, I know they will stop me
I got a streak for losing
But everyday gotta keep a movin
Cause world don't stop be
Girls be sweatin' the V, just want to carry my seads
Still " Lost my love of my life twice, so something ain't right
And I need to fix it, instead of bringing my liquor more ice
I really need to change my moves
So I'm thinking bout changin my tunes so I can regain my groove
Cause being a functional alcoholic, what ever you want to call it lately ain't been cool
Lost my girl, lost my job, hurt my mom and then left all alone just like a jerk at the prom
Day to day I'm fighting,... time, but losing a war like it's Hiroshima verses the bomb
I feel like I've been forsaken by satan
It's like a bad dream and I'm praying to be awaken
Private burdens that feel my back achin
Feel my will to live being taken (wait)
But they say that quitters never win and winners never quit
So instead of slit my wrist I sat and wrote this
Cause music is therapeutic, and without it I would lose it, so I use it (get it)
And wonder.
It's quite simple, really
Even the average Joe has problems of his own, that you don't know
(Here is two promiscuous words)
That's real rap, reality rap niggas, real talk