Sh!t Off My Chest
 

Sh!t Off My Chest
born into poverty, the product of a split-home/
when i can't take it anymore, i blow kill and sip zones/
cuz they take me to a place, where i ain't gotta worry/
about makin endz meet, or if i'll die too early/
been knocked down so many times, but still on my own stand/
i'm 17 years old, with tha heart of a grown man/
seen so much pain in my life, don't even know where to start/
when my baby brother passed, they took a peace of my heart/
today's my lil' sisters birthday, i'd give tha world not to miss it/
but i won't see her today, i haven't seen her since Christmas/
or my lil' brother either, tha pain's so hard to fight/
every time they get to see me, they hold me so tight/
wish i could turn back time, tha stupid choices i've made/
if tha sun is happiness, i can't seem to get out tha shade/
& that's jus family problems, there's still money & stress/
i try to find a bright side and not give up jus yet/
sometimes i wish tha pain will end, then realize, i'm still young though/
sit up at night jus thinkin, and listenin to Yung Ro/
i feel what he says, cuz i feel like Nobody too/
music's my only release, from tha sh!t i go through/
sometimes i wonder if i'm tha only one who feels pain like this/
cuz i see people every day who's lives seem so pain-less/
so every night i pray to God that i see another day/
and ask Him to guide me right so i don't always live this way/
this jus somethin i wrote to let ya'll know how i feel/
and that i ain't all throwbacks and money, cuz my life is for real/
& if u don't feel this blow a d!ck, i ain't here to prove i'm tha best/
i was jus layin' up last night and had some sh!t on my chest.


p.s.-Happy Birthday Mercedes
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yo i feel that shit right there like muthafucker. real life shit homie is whats supposed to come out in your raps and you display just that. much props homie. 10/10.