Life - Donnie Darko

Darko

It’s just mah life

Only mah life

Come take a walk with me

Sometimes you gotta lose to win

It’s hard to keep faith

'Cause everyday I sin

You ain’t ever seen the struggles I’ve seen

And I ain’t braggin' on it

Pissy hallways, crack pipes with vomit on it

I’m in hood, nigga

Far from a hood nigga

I guess the hood nigga

Say: 'He doin' good, nigga'

NSD 'till I die

The team made me

Almost died twice

Had surgery as a baby

Moms up all night

Paps out fuckin'

She played both parent

What the hell of a woman

Told them she would leave

That thought he was lovin'

Packed up

Move us out to the country

And said fuck 'em

But that’s another story

Different story

Different shit, different day

Wake up, take a piss

And begin to pray

Look outside

See the murderers and the crackheads

Stick up kids like pencils

The way the pack lead

Ya screamin' rap dead

Ya ain’t heard of real nigga

Suicidal thoughts, vodka bottle and some pills, nigga

Might smile but the inside covered up

Never show emotion

I just keep that shit bottled up

And these bitches I never trust

They just down to fuck

I just see 'em for what they are

That’s a fuckin' nut

Real talk

I’ve seen mah man on the choke line

Lights off, no heat

Livin' through the hard times

Had a gun to my head

And said: 'Fuck it'

But couldn’t pull the trigger

I knew my haters would love it

Had an opportunity of gang bangin' and thuggin'

I couldn’t went blood or crip

Thought is was nothing

No disrespect

You get the money

Than you get the power

Or you might get attacked

We fightin' for hours

Illuminati of freemason

I never care

'Cause I my own fuckin' man

Let me make it clear

And these haters I never fear

There’s afterlife

When you broke

You gotta learn how sacrifice

I never smile much

Tired of actin' nice

I’m gettin' high everyday

Like the gas price

I’m not a rolemodel

This ain’t for young ears

I' mma revolutionary for my young peers

It’s Nat Turner in this life scheme, nigga

Huey Newton in a flesh

Marcus Garvey at his best

I don’t care 'bout the rest

I ain’t measure the success

I' mma a coldhearted bastard

The ice is in my chest

All I got is my pen and my pad

That’s why I stressed

Said it three thousand times

'Till I ran out of breath

Ain’t a 'Loser' or 'One Big Mess'

That’s another story

How I came from north

Trynna make the glory

I never turn on a radio

Man, this shit bore me

I’m just a real nigga

Livin' in the world of phonies

Homie