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)