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GONE TOO FAR
- VERSE 1:
- I’m sick of busting my ass for this minimum wage,
- which prevents a better life and so I live in a cage,
- life offers nothing, so I’m just spitting this rage,
- so I ain’t doing shit, I’m just slowly flipping a page,
- treated like I’m nothing by my boss and management,
- get a one dollar raised and thinks I can’t handle it,
- I’m sick and tired of criminals, I’m locking up a nine,
- but these rogue corrupt cops go and stop me in a line,
- folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,
- but it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,
- I’m locking and loading, keeping my weapon to burst,
- to kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,
- I feel like I’m now detached, I’m Satan’s cold disciple,
- sit on crates on my porch watching with a loaded rifle,
- I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,
- and I hope for a future, but now I’m mean and cold
- HOOK:
- I'm stuck in this slump, so mad I don't give a fuck,
- fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,
- I'm sick and tired of folks tellin' me to open it up,
- I'm so stressed out I'll crack, I'm 'bout to go berseker
- VERSE 2:
- I feel there’s no way out, I go to the light and I pray,
- for a better life so I can have the brighter of days,
- I’m hopelessly searching for a guiding light shining bright,
- but there’s no limelight even though I keep rhyming tight,
- I have no diamond whites like all these mindless stars,
- who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,
- I come home late from work, and it’s been a tough night,
- there’s no way out of this crap, and it’s been a rough life,
- fuck life, I’ll cock the gun and pop it, blowing my brains,
- spewing truth in my music, nobody’s knowing my name,
- the gold on the fame sucks, I feel I’m growing estranged,
- cold and deranged, so it just feels like I’m going insane,
- blowing away with the wind, what does it end, this chase,
- steady pacing against the clock, I’ve got to win this race,
- it doesn’t matter whether I’m locked up in a prison cell,
- I still march on, stand strong, rage and I give ‘em hell
- HOOK:
- That’s rock bottom, when life makes you mad enough to kill,
- that’s rock bottom, when you want something bad enough you’ll steal,
- that’s rock bottom, when you feel like you’ve had it up to here,
- ‘cuz you’re mad enough to scream but you’re sad enough to tear (x2)
- VERSE 3:
- I need to cope with the stress, praying I hope for the best,
- but I’m left broke and depressed, so I’m smoking the cess,
- it’s a neighborhood where nervously I host black friends,
- but folks just look at ‘em and stare, like they’re holding Mac 10’s,
- where people spraying their tools, which is playing it cool,
- but not to get to college degree or go staying in school,
- but I got these shitty jobs, and look at me, I’m educated,
- friends who never made it and my life leaves me devastated,
- I’m sick and tired of being around this murder and rape,
- my daughter sees it, says her innocent words to escape,
- following God, I’m stressed, I feel like I’m a lone soldier,
- holding up stone boulders on both of these cold shoulders,
- and fuckers know my story, and now I pack the Wesson,
- stop asking questions because I’m the past the guessing,
- I put up a brave front for people but I’m lost sobbing,
- I got problems, so fuck it, I’ve just hit rock bottom
- HOOK:
- That’s rock bottom, when life makes you mad enough to kill,
- that’s rock bottom, when you want something bad enough you’ll steal,
- that’s rock bottom, when you feel like you’ve had it up to here,
- ‘cuz you’re mad enough to scream but you’re sad enough to tear (x3)
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