stuck i and that's

written november 19, 2006

Stuck

In the everyday struggle

But mine is hourly

Like walking through the mud

With wolves trying to devour me

Don't like to let my soul out to long

It might go sour, see-

 

-I

Never was a kid from the ghetto

More a misfit with an attitude

honestly what the f**k you expect

Give me some latitude

Honestly, you wouldn't believe

Some of the s**t that comes at a dude

People call me arrogant

But they don't really see s**t

All I show them is one of them masks that I be with

I ain't calling nobody out

I ain't trying to be weird

But some of the things I think

They leave me quite afeard

Or afraid

Which is what I can't be

And that's why I'm just like

on with the mask, see-

 

-And

that's why not one of you know the real me

Never been a g, and trying not to be a criminal

Hear so many messages

They all end up subliminal

So I can't even listen to half of your f****n bullshit

This is real talk

You won't hear me say a thing about a full clip

Never walked with a four fifth

Think about that

I thought about it

Right now I think I thunk too much

Got new shoes

Trying not to scuff my dunks

If I get a new girl

I'll be trying not to scratch my fronts

And I'm not talking about the kind in your mouth

I try to reach in to my heart and take it out

See who wants it

But that s**t is so ugly and bruised

Honestly, who wants it

I can try to wash it off

But what's done is done

Maybe pawn it off

Make a f****n buck before I'm done

Because I'm walking around bleeding and I'm begging who to notice

And when you're walking around bleeding it's real easy to lose focus

And when you're on your knees praying to a god you never spoke to before-

 

-That's

When you know there's no hope

Like when you hear a man counting backwards from four

So you know exactly when they're going to kick out the chair

And let your neck meet the rope

And then you can choke out a help me

But only maybe, if your neck's not broke

I ran out of time

Got like a dime of weed left

The more I smoke

The closer I get to my time of death

The closer I get

Even more fucked up is the time I have left

I should probably sell the dime I have left

Save me from myself

But I love it

Even though I know it's bad for my health

Bad for my wealth

Bad for a lot of s**t

Reviews

[masie]

"I try to reach in to my heart and take it out
See who wants it
But that s**t is so ugly and bruised
Honestly, who wants it"
I WANT IT!!! pick me pick me pick me!!!
ill take you bruised broken broke sad mad angry violent
i dont care.. i told you no matter what you wont scare me away.

" should probably sell the dime I have left
Save me from myself"
yea you know my thoughts.. and this is just confirming s**t i think baby.