Life and the shitty dealt I got,
'Cause at times I'll get smoked and just forgot,
That my daddy's a faggot,
Or better yet, a maggot,
'Cause he pussied out,
And didn't care that one day
I'd be busten a cloud,
...On his name,
What a shame,
All the love I could've given,
And all the mistakes I could've forgiven,
But fuck it,
'Cause I got my kids
And they bring me peace,
In this fucked up world,
And I'll break them kids,
Until they realize their beauty,
Their exquisiteness, their magnificence,
Their child like essence,
That's why I lock myself up,
And think of how we're all fucked,
In this hell on earth,
'Cause since birth,
I've been buggin'
That maybe I should be muggin'
'Cause being straight ain't got me paid,
They just wanna get laid,
And have a duck as a maid,
But I ain't stylin' on jade,
'Cause I might as well fade,
... Out,
Or become a pussy myself,
'Cause I ain't got no wealth,
Just deal withthe cards I've been dealt,
And make the best of it,
But I ain't never copped out,
Only cried out loud,
Wish I could take care of my grams,
but damn,
I ain't even got for my baby,
But just maybe,
One day that will all change,
And my scratch will range,
Dealing with the fact that I'm alone,
'Cause when times get tough I'm all alone,
Don't have shit to give anymore,
Just wanna roll,
And smoke,
And maybe even a lil dope,
'Cause I'm straight buggin'
This shit got me cussin',
Got me bustin'
Got me fuzzin'
All alone in this shit hole,
And what the fuck for?
Wish I could end this in a dope mode,
But too heavy is the load,
I just need to unload,
And they wonder why we're trippin'
And dippin'
They don't know shit,
They just wanna suck this tit,
Back to momma's house,
Straight creepin' like a mouse,
And all I got,
Is my kids' arms,
And kisses,
That I'll be missin'
And the rest of my being,
To let them know they have a meaning,
To me,
My life,
My strife,
And motivation,
In this fucked up ass life.