Stumblin though, drunk off of wine made from grapes of wrath Me, I'm tired of doin the math when nothing adds up The good's always down, the bad's up That sucks! Life's a bitch and then you die Wrong! Life's a biatch and then you decide To do something about it Shit'll only drive you crazy if you allow it (Word)
[Verse 2] Everyday, I wake up late in the afternoon Thinkin to myself something gotta happen soon I'm rackin food at the corner store to make ends meet Spent my last dime on a hard disk and MPC Embee, me, Cos.mic, Supreme Put our cream to make this dream come true Invest my life in this Looptroop crew State got me on trial again, this time I'm innocent But of course I got convicted 'cause they want every cent If it ain't rent or taxes they charge me a fine For bein at the wrong place at the wrong time With a wrong state of mind The state wants what's mines But the government is thugs, so I'ma resort to crimes as well I don't care about jail 'cause all I do all day Anyway is lift weights and masturbate Then I try and get it straight 'Cause the voice inside my head be keepin me awake at night Forcin me to stay up and write Some dope material so that I might Turn this negative shit into positive 'Cause something gots ta give Fuck it! I gots ta live! Fuck it! I gots ta live!
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