I lack the right words i know that fasho
But im still gon get paid that's just how it goes
The same ol shit trying hard not to slip
While im downing all this liquor my stack keeps getting thicker
I cant see how you figure all that negative you're speaking on
It doesnt add up it's high risk until im gone
And even then i got a pad and a pen
But it's usually a sack and a strap and dude needs to call back
I cock it back till i have that sober thought
Im writing raps speaking on demons i fought
More like all the demons i got along with
Its been the same demons by my side since i was a kid
I used to think this is just how people live
Now when i drank i trip out on things we did
Nothing i would give to go back and change it all
If you gave me another chance i'd just drank more alcohol
I would love a lot less i would always wear a vest
I'd spend more time at home i'd spend more time alone
I've seen so much ugly thats a big part of my life
Shit used to bug me how they cant speak and not lie
I spend a lot of time getting high that's probably how ima die
Running through the red light living my life
In my race against time thats an a L that ima take
Its been one hell of an experience and Thats all i can say
Loyal to the way that i was raised from the deepest of bad days
I kept the flame lit so i would never lose my way
Moves i made in hight temp no shame in the attempt
Only thing i regret is time i waisted getting bent
Rules i bent and left broke took what i never thought would go
Left a rip in my soul a pain that cant be sowd
Hate and anger that i show braided into every flow
Only thing i ask before i go is that you speak at my funeral
If you knew better you'd do better that just aint true
I've made many bad moves its just what i had to do
I know the difference right and wrong saw em treating us like pawns
Took so much to stay calm til i thought about my mom
Somebody tell my son that if i could i wouldnt go back
That life was shady and wack i fell right into its trap
I couldnt find my way back to the innocence i once had
I was selling drugs and straps trying to imitate my dad
My own thoughts kept me mad positive thoughts i couldnt grab
Being in my own way things i'll never understand
The desire to be a man became weight and pressure
Two moms no father figure today i see that was better
I've had my share of dudes who got drunk and rude
They were checkers i was chess protect the queen is what i do
I remember when it was who, and when it turned into my name
I've been the answer and the question to the actions of my pain
Road avenue and a name littlejohn hayne and mike
When homies speak bad about theirs it aint never sounded right
See what i write with my right eye slur in cursive no lie
If you're with it the specifics urge your emotions to cry
Ready to die but never tried not what i want by my side
Fuck around and find out so many times in one ride
In every rhyme im that guy in real life i really go
Couple things you should know before you speak at my funeral
Loyal to the way that i was raised from the deepest of bad days
I kept the flame lit so i would never lose my way
Moves i made in hight temp no shame in the attempt
Only thing i regret is time i waisted getting bent
Rules i bent and left broke took what i never thought would go
Left a rip in my soul a pain that cant be sowd
Hate and anger that i show braided into every flow
Only thing i ask before i go is that you speak at my funeral