Murder Attempt - Mads Veslelia

Everybody talk about being real

But that ain’t easy with no spike in the wheel

You write about staying high and then chill

You’ll never know the fucking price or what it’s like to be billed

And gotta pay, for the life, you never ordered

And gotta stay in the crises, you never wanted

I wanna say, what it’s like, to feel haunted

By mistakes that ain’t mine, that I was born in

And I’m complaining, cause I’m ‘bout to burst

I believed in my mama, now she’s back on the drugs

After 20 fucking years, thought she finally learned

She was doing just fine, then fell right back and it hurts

She got her first job, so proud of her name tag

A new start, new apartment, far up in a haystack

And we talk but the spark is fake, that’s hard

And my trust, why the fuck would you waste that?

Some people they will never know

And never ever understand what a broken home can do

I tried to keep it in, but that ain’t me

Cause I was never meant to breath

Now I’m killing the beat, and that’s it

Some people they will never know

And never ever understand what a broken home can do

I tried to keep it in, but that ain’t me

Cause I was never meant to breath

Now I’m killing the beat, and that’s it

Yeah, yeah, I’m supposed to be dead

My daddy beat up my momma, for everything that she said

She was having a baby, and he was angry as hell

When she was blocking the stomach, then he was kicking the head

They call that double-murder attempt

Now he text me on my birthday, fucking funny I think

Asking me stupid questions like, how I’ve been

Shut up, coward, never seen you, never will

I mean, I got a stepfather calling me son

Try to keep in touch with each other but he’s always flat drunk

But I guess we all got problems that we’re running from

Rappers keep throwing fire-crackers, I’m sitting on the bomb

But grandma, I’m thankful for what you did

I wanna get rich, just, to give you everything

But that ain’t happening cause people, they feel

More about pop, rap, and swag, than I ever will

Some people they will never know

And never ever understand what a broken home can do

I tried to keep it in, but that ain’t me

Cause I was never meant to breath

Now I’m killing the beat, and that’s it

Some people they will never know

And never ever understand what a broken home can do

I tried to keep it in, but that ain’t me

Cause I was never meant to breath

Now I’m killing the beat, and that’s it

Yeah, they tell me sign up for Idol

But I’m just dude, tryna kill for survival

So they will boo, when I spit at my rivals

Up in the finals with a rifle, and I’m shooting at vitals

Then I go viral

But I ain’t got time for that shit

Gotta take care of my mom and grandma

Better stay off my mind, I’m venom

Better be buff, cause I’ma phantom

Better adjust cause I don’t change a thing, boy

Listen up, Roy, close it

But I got more on my list

My best homie keep it one fucking hundred with pills

So when these corny rappers calling me a son of a bitch

There’s no wonder why I snap, attack, cause I’m so sick

Of struggles, and I’m done being humble

I ain’t the kid to push, I’m ready to rumble

I never beat around the bush, I’m kinda loco

Missing a knuckle, and now I got a beef with my own uncle

A dumb fucker you are, the way you treat my grandpa

Show respect, or I’ma fuck you up

I know what you did to my mama

But I’ma save all the drama

Cause she has been through a lot now

Will this ever go away?

Same shit just another day

Will I ever feel complete?

(i guess not, i guess not)

I don’t think I’ll ever be

Some people they will never know

And never ever understand what a broken home can do

I tried to keep it in, but that ain’t me

Cause I was never meant to breath

Now I’m killing the beat, and that’s it

Some people they will never know

And never ever understand what a broken home can do

I tried to keep it in, but that ain’t me

Cause I was never meant to breath

Now I’m killing the beat, and that’s it