Life is a Bitch (Story)

A young kid with no ambitions, his visions were blurry

Never listened to clever children, he was ignorant early

Lacked the treasured wisdom, pressure tripped him when he was hitting his thirties

Didn't bring women to the building he lived in, it was stinking 'n' murky

Food in the kitchen was missing, the floor was chipping 'n' dirty

Time was ticking, as his life was sinking but he was clinging it firmly

He downed some Vicodin with a pint of gin to distance his worries

 

He stopped to sleep cause the poverty blocked his dreams

He'd gotten weak and sloppily plotted robberies

His wallet had some dollars free, so he wandered on a 'shopping spree'

Can of monster, meat / Collard greens / a block of cheese and broccoli

Something dropped to his feet, so he stopped to see and hopped 'n' screamed

It was a frickin' ticket with winning digits for the lottery

It was wishful thinking but he was sick of living in the block with G's

He willingly picked a crib to chill in within an instance he flossed his keys

 

But...

Long lost 'friends' had emerged from the surface and circled his home

He was certain that the curse ends but it worsened as they worshiped his dough

He was yearning for bro's, most were close but just jerking him broke

It was hurting his hopes...

Many folks were lurking in close while he was learning the ropes

 

He died in a state of manic depression

His wasted life never had an extravagant ending

No stories to tell but the hazardous spending

A saddening ending, had nothing going for him

He was going broke as he blowed his dough on bro's who 'loved' him

Wasn't raised with a silver spoon inside the mouth but he choked on something

If only he was rich enough, but it was the riches which slipped him up

The story was grim as fuck, Life was a bitch... but he was the bitches pup