Doesn't look like he gon show... But fuck it.
Gotta make a move... Ain't got space to lose...
Then the second i do it i gotta face the news...
Someone made a mistake... Face blank at the plate...
Can't hang with the great... Just hang with ya fate...
Can't believe i that i fucked this shit up again...
I trusted "friends"... That must have been...
Fake. Two-faced, lookin to get my name erased...
Ready to backstap a friend just to take his place...
Fool me once it's your fualt, your lives at steak...
But fool me twice, it's my fualt, thats my mistake...
Why is it that every time that i make a move i slip?
When ya baby daughter is pregnant you accuse my dick...
Then i fall face first... Like almost everyday's cursed...
Saturday get fucked up, then on Sunday church...
Which is worth, actually to me it aint worth shit...
Because lately i can tell my prayers are worthless...
Try to get a plan, put it together to move up...
Second it gets in motion the whole thing blew up...
This thing we call life is like an ocean, vicious...
This world is always moving and i got motion sickness...