Heartless - Viro the Virus

If you don’t learn from mistakes, you’re doomed to repeat 'em

I know you heard it before but I feel it’s worth repeating

I deal with inner demons and have

No idea when they’re leaving so I keep bobbing and weaving

It’s a sad cycle and the facts of life distract you from the path that’s right

Like bad advice from the deacon

In my apartment in the dark just drinking

With my wag hitch?

to a tumble?

and sinking

Got a toddler but only see her every weekend

Cause after two years my baby mom said I’m a heathen

Picked up and left one evening, like you’re a nightmare

Not the man that I thought I saw when I’m dreaming

My mother gave up, weary from when people askin how I’m doin'

She says stuff that she makes up

If this a bad dream than please help me wake up

Cause I’ve taking to much and had enough, so

(how can people be so heartless?)

Man all I know is

My life is like playing poker with the devil

Get dough, set back, 'caus he has the decks stack so…

(how can people be so heartless?)

Man I don’t know but

I stand tall throw my backs against the wall

A cold world is not cool at all…

Sometimes I have to lose my mind

Cause being insane is terrible when the pain is unbearable

And I ain’t lying Just tryin’to find a path to get back on track

Cause life has been kicking my ass like a hackey sack

It’s difficult to seek enjoyment with all the people you love

You leave with dissapointment

And getting up seems pointless in the morning

If I can’t afford to buy my daughters diaper rash ointment

Got warrant so the pigs be oink oinkin'

Can’t carry ID, I know they will stop me

I got a streak for losing

But everyday gotta keep a movin

Cause world don’t stop be

Girls be sweatin' the V, just want to carry my seads

Still «Lost my love of my life twice, so something ain’t right

And I need to fix it, instead of bringing my liquor more ice

I really need to change my moves

So I’m thinking bout changin my tunes so I can regain my groove

Cause being a functional alcoholic, what ever you want to call it lately ain’t

been cool

Lost my girl, lost my job, hurt my mom and then left all alone just like a jerk

at the prom

Day to day I’m fighting,… time, but losing a war like it’s Hiroshima verses

the bomb

I feel like I’ve been forsaken by satan

It’s like a bad dream and I’m praying to be awaken

Private burdens that feel my back achin

Feel my will to live being taken (wait)

But they say that quitters never win and winners never quit

So instead of slit my wrist I sat and wrote this

Cause music is therapeutic, and without it I would lose it, so I use it (get it)

And wonder.

It’s quite simple, really

Even the average Joe has problems of his own, that you don’t know

(here is two promiscuous words)

That’s real rap, reality rap niggas, real talk