Corpses

When Paul died, I cried a hunnid nights
Locked up in a self made prison, I done did a hunnid lifes
All of this pain, all of this vice
22, but what is my life?
Blocked out, everything is out the reach of a nigga locked out
Sleeping over at my teachers, real shit I slept over at my teachers
Wore the same clothes, had to wear the same sneakers
No phone so your friends cannot reach ya
You wanna be alone but the pain will not leave ya
Try to smile, put yourself to denial
But when it’s sitting on your brain, all this shit could just eat ya
This shit’ll just eat ya
A failure in your life with no teacher to teach ya
The biggest fight is when you’re up against yourself
And you try to beat yourself but yourself just beats ya
My brother took all of my cash and blew it on drugs, nigga
So I don’t wanna be a thug, I just want love, nigga
My brother took all of my stacks, all of my cash
And blew it on drugs but, I just want him back
But that’s some fuck shit
My cup runneth over, toast, don’t interrupt it
Government guidelines, the key to corruption
We grow to be corpses
We grow to be corpses, chasing these Porsches