[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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