Loser, Pt. 7 - Sutter Kain

I’ve just had a dream that I never will forget

And I wish I could erase

I was standing on the street with a whole crowd of people

And no one knew my name

And I was just another face

No one looked at me or touched me

Spoke to or acknowledged me

I had no identity or individuality

No thoughts of my own, no mind or personality

I was just a no one, a total nonentity

I’m just a number waiting to be called

It is time for confessing it all

I’m just another face

Yes, it’s time for confessing it all

I can’t front, I’m a loser

Damn, I need to win

Tryna put my faith in God, but everyday I start to sin.sin.sin.sin

I need another drink

Bad, but it help me think

Drunk now and caught hurl in the kitchen sink

No security, suffer from insecurity

Mah problem, no drug can cure me

You woudn’t understand, born with a silver spoon

I was born with a spark, alone in mah room

When will I meet my doom?

I always talk about it

You know death is at a tongue, I read about it

Got a new gun, I can’t live without it

Cause it gives me power, so I fuckin' shouted it

It ain’t about money, motherfuck fame

It’s about the bad thoughts steada in mah brain

Sadness, madness, no glad shit, nothin' but bad shit

You gotta lose if you wanna win

And you gotta have faith if you start to sin

Why end if you never begin?

That’s a story of mah life, let me tell it again, demon within

It’s a cold-cold world, and everybody sick

At least one person died and everybody clicked, shit

We can’t feed the poor, got money for war

Listen to Pac cause he said it before

Paranoid, grab your gun if there’s a knock on the door

An' the girl you used to love, you now call her a whore, damn

You gotta cry sometimes to let the pain free

I try to hold it inside, so you can’t see

I can’t ride with fake rap cause it ain’t me

This is my story, you can’t change me

I bring life to the track, it’s barely vital

Or you can kill yourself to it, it’s suicidal

And I ain’t goin' psycho, I’m a little sane

And I don’t speak happy if I’m feelin' pain

This is real music, a lot of truth to it

I don’t need inspiration, the booth do it

We all losers, scum bags, no purpose

If you worth nothin' then your fuckin' worthless

Nigga

I’m just a number waiting to be called

It is time for confessing it all

I’m just another face

Yes, it’s time for confessing it all