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Shit Off My Chest
written May 1, 2004
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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