Fight to Live

(Verse 1)

When I was young I wanted to rap, all my life I've been fed crap/ I

expected to snap, time elapsed now I'm on my ass/ I have a reason

to run my mouth and flap my gums, make fun of/ who ever's dumb,

gets good grades or has a Dad AND Mum/ if a genie gave me a wish

I wouldn't think about it/ no doubt I would wish people would

recognize my lyrics/ think I should quit, and this kid Zac is pushin' it/

he called me out and I accepted and even though I was wreckless/

he still left me a mess guess, I didn't win and get this/ we fought over

a girl guess I was feelin' a bit senseless/ I let her run my life and had

it all end up a lie/ no air left to syphon out my lungs cause I'm no

longer high/ on your fake love so why is it you keep askin' me why/

when all I do is stare back at you wide-eyed/ we had our unfair wells

and bad byes, not like takin' you back ain't fine/ cause you already

have a guy, you say I'm the one who needs time?/ just give me back

the key to my heart, go search your key ring it's/ it's mixed in with all

the other guys's, better have a head start/ you know our love is like a

picture from "Hell's Gallery o Art"/ worth a thousand curse words

that's why we're now apart/ and now my heart is missing a part, all

this time I could not see/ she's eying him 'n' she wants to leave, and

you still tell me you love me/ meanwhile you're texting me from

under his bed sheets while I'm/ sleeping under mine, save me the

pain and let me dream we're still together baby

 

(Chorus)

Can't you see that I'm hurt?

thinkin' my life isn't worth it/

why did this happen to me-e?

they tell me nobody's perfect, but then/

everyone wins but me in the end,

don't I deserve it mooore?/

I can't, see, a, reason to even,

fight for life anymore

 

(Verse 2)

It's been two weeks since our break up, now you're expecting a

make up?/ time to go find those perks in my bathroom vanity and

take some/ cause I'm sick of this game of love, there's nothin to save

us/ I spend my life tryin' to be him, a 15 year old Slim Shady/ hair

trimmed, grow up to afford a BM/ I'm only concave with him, he's the

reason I'm still livin'/ listen to me, I'm done listenin' I'm fed up with

your shit/ AHH, SHUT UP! I DONT WANNA GO BACK!/ as I sip my 40

of Jack, think I miss what we had before I didn't/ know you were

stabbin' me in the back, I want you back/ "I love you baby, I'm sorry",

will she accept that?/ no, NO! It's just the smack talkin'/ no more

bottles off the rack, get on track, my last joint/ shit I just found

another bag, Imma toke until my/ life lags and I stagger along to buy

another bag/ then plot how to get my money refunded cause my

minds abundant and/ numb and redundant no pun intended but once

I'm done then/ my mind I will run it, yeah I think I'm done with it

 

(Chorus)

 

(Verse 3)

Ok, it's the end of the day, sober up and go home/ maybe today I'll

turn my life around, get up and get my own/ walk in 'n' standin' in the

kitchen is step father Cris in the kitchen/ he stares me down as I walk

down, he could tell I was trippin'/ said how he loved my mom last

night and I just lost it/ threw my hands up but it was no use, I don't

need an excuse/ he pushed me down, "quit fucking around/ you

bastard prick, show some respect, you're grounded"/ yeah right, I run

downstairs and double back on those perks/ as I lay down on my bed

and figure out what I'm worth/ getting clean will have to wait, a

useless debate/ my patients are growing thin, a bulimic losing

weight/ I remember the first time I got high, walkin' the school I

became a cool guy/ now I'm starting to realize, I'm only a cool guy

through your eyes/ use it as my disguise so you don't look at me in

disgust when I pass you by/ in the halls with my french fries, got the

munchies cause I'm so high/ smokin' a joint that's point nine, at least

I don't brag about it and show off/ bitch I'd blow my fuckin' head off

before I act proud about downing Smirnoff/ or smoking weed, pipes

bongs, I do that shit cause life's tough/ believe me, no? the reason's

buffed, bright 'n' shiny solid as rock/ let me start off from the tip top,

Liam made/ Paige, leave me, yeah she/ was, deceiving, at home/

Cris, beats me, guess he/ acts, freely, with violence/ seems to me like

riots, fuck all this drama/ if I hear anymore I'll stop, breathing on the

spot!/ that's why I'm smoking pot, I don't do it a lot/ but when I get

hot-headed I lose control so I pack this bowl/ that's why my heart's

so cold, I'm in this fight alone

 

(Bridge)

How the fuck am I supposed to be raised right!?/ my real dad ran off

cause 'tween him and my mom there's always a fight!/ I'm sick and

tired of love cheating me, my step dad beating me/ bad grades and 1

fucking Em CD/ the only thing that frees me and my mom snapped it

last week!/ counselling won't fuckin' teach me and nothing can reach

me or my/ distorted brain, except a mind transplant maybe/ people I

think are my friends backstab me in the end/ nothing holding me

back but there's nothing pushing me forwards

 

(Verse 4)

This is it, I'm coming clean, for you and for me/ a whole year filled

with problems and my solution was retreat/ and that's a bad way to

compete, and it just bothers me/ that I don't got shit left, my baby girl

left me/ and my family hates me, my father debates whether he's/ a

father to me, left me and am I was just/ 18 months, on the hunt/ for

some chicks, that's a bitch/ it's a slap, in the face/ makes me sick,

from within/ man I'm tired of losing cause all success sounds like is a

fuckin' whoopee cushion/ my problems are hard to get over, can't

see past the things I trip over/ feels like the weight of the world's on

my shoulders, carrying around this huge boulder/ all day with my

conscience down, no love found/ but I saw this nine on the ground,

load up a round/ who's body is found on the ground, mine or Paige's

I'm still deciding our fates now/ you bitches just fuck around, Liam

thinks I passed Paige down/ a lot of people hate me now, that's

fucked but I can't stop them/ how'd I know making fun of Paige would

become YOUR problem?/ why you in this girls battles like you

should've fought them?/ thinkin' you can try 'n' solve 'em walk around

like Batman of Gothem/ Tyler, you little punk ass bitch, yeah you're

the "shit"/ she's got you pussy whipped, what grade you in, you got a

whip?/ you dress like shit, clothes are 5 years old lookin' like you

stole them from a kid/ you say you wanna fight me, well, you know

where to find me at/ why would I waste my time with you, thinkin'

you're all that/ and yo, if you throw me down when I ain't lookin' you

must be shook/ cause I've got a thousand in cash some one in my

crew will get you back/ don't turn your back come up so fast you'll

have a heart attack/ no, we don't play, me and Syk from the East now

what you got to say?/ now I lay in bed at night, over the fight, no more

lying or crying it's gonna be fine/ Syk I pray you get signed, god

please get this stress off my mind/ I'm outta time, Signature K's life

between the lines.