Tired Of Life

What is life, something we’re hoping to maintain
Growing up in the hood you hope to remain sane
Walking out of the house today could be your last
Forcing yourself to live like it ain’t that bad
When it is, putting on fake smiles and shit
Just to keep a fuckin' job cause you know when it ends
It’s gonna be hard for a black brother to get another
Got child support on your ass you’re trapped by your baby mother
And she don’t even wanna let you see your kids
But she was trained by her mother you know what it is
The apple don’t fall far away from the tree
You’re contemplating suicide as a way to be free
Wishing your ancestor would’ve jumped off of the ship
Then you wouldn’t have been born into all of this shit
But now you here, living in hell on earth
When your life is parallel to a cell it hurts
I’m so tired, I’m Tired Of Life
It’s like I can’t, I can’t seem to get it right
I’m wondering why, it has to happen to me
This can’t be how, life’s supposed to be
Man, I’m Tired Of Life
Trying to be apart of the music biz is like the worse drug
I put that on all I love
Why the fuck would I get bit by this bug
Why do I love to spend all my time tryna be good
Now I’m stuck wit this assault charge that makes it harder for me to get a job
They treat it like I’m in the mob
Getting looks from everybody else like I’m a slob
All because they’re not creative and don’t know how hard
It really is to do something you wanna do and not something your forced to do
There’s a difference between the two
One makes you happy and pleases your heart
While the other keeps you depressed and playing a part
Just to save face for the same race that hates us
Or Steve Harvey types that make it and don’t take us
But we can’t let them break us we gotta be strong
Hypocritical statement especially on this song, damn
Yeah I know Gary hold your head up
But doing that never had me folding bread up
Only being optimistic about a situation that doesn’t seem to get better
But I will not let up
At least not off of music because I know that I’m great
Being poor I know it’s gonna take longer to break
But I’m stronger than what I may appear to be
In rap I’m the epitome of what your favorites appear to be
Real, I keep it one hundred percent
Electronics for music is where my money is spent
Money is lent, never but everybody want in
Don’t wanna help you unless they can get some money from it
DJ’s be like pay, pay, pay me please
And when you pay they like pay, pay, pay me please
Not me, this ain’t what I’m praying to be
The only thing I’m looking forward to being is deceased
End