[Verse 1] I can't take anymore I'm gettin' depressed And I feel this stress inside my chest Its gonna explode I gotta load of shit on my mind I'm tryin' to find The answers to the things I need to succeed or survive I'm tryin' to strive, but I wonder why Is it so rough, I gotta see defeat and times are tough And I don't want him to see his daddy gettin' takin' away in hand coughs It's all this stuff, these city kids they keep it real But not keepin' it real, is talkin' shit and packin' steel What's the deal? That's how you represent? not me I keep it real wit my family and I take responsibility But I can understand why niggaz buck Cuz it's a fucked up world But what if your stray bullet ever hits a little girl I think about this shit as years go by like minutes I know it's bad now, but it's only the beginning Media tells me its better, but I see its gettin' worse I wanna ride around in limos, but I'm headin' for a hearse Suicide obeys my mind and sometimes I think it's over I don't trust no one so I'm on point just like a cobra Even if I know ya I don't trust ya cuz I cant You give ya soul to people and they just take advantage
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[Verse 2] Negative vibes vibrate through my speaker See the way I rhyme I should be sayin' somethin' deeper My tape that gets possessed by evil demons actin' ill Teachin' kids how to rob, carry guns, sell drugs, and kill I real artist, kick soul from the heart Does art imitate life, or does my life imitate art If it's a part of your life express it, but don't glamorize This influence on young minds wanna do the shit I rhyme Now that I'ma parent its apparent I should recognize Negative affects that this has in my childs eyes I apologize to my family and pride And all the young teens I left emotionally scarred I can't take no more of the guilt paranoia Never be a doctor, or a cop or not a lawyer The only thing I got in this world is makin' music I'd rather rap about abusive shit than go and do it But at the same time I write lines when I write these rhymes I'm a grown man and a father am I wastin' my time Should I just stop and maybe change my flow I don't know, I'm at a crossroad I gotta choose where to go I am not the man I was when I started this shit Allota this shit, I see means the harder I spit But since then I got a son who looks up to me The image that I'm givin' man it kinda fucks with me Torn between a gimmick and respect from my seed Well there ain't no competition I ain't driven by greed So this is it, all the horror, the violence, the gore I leave it behind I can't take it no more
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