Carl

The money aint what i want.

its about the satisfaction from the words i thought.

Im just trying to make music but i dont know where to start

im not rich, im not cool,

But man this life has rules

so i just lay there trying act a fool

but i gotta have confidence

from my accomplishments.

I used to cry and get angry but nothing

not even god could save me

so i lost my faith in it

it was either me or him

I loved him

but there was a hidden monster, so grim

He destroyed my way to think

i stayed up long nights needing a drink.

the day i thought things were gonna get better

he shot himself and didnt even leave a letter.

I changed that day

I knew in my mind that I wasnt ok.

He was the one who told me not to do it

So i took that gun and threw it.

Fuck life,

man I knew it

 

he fucked us man

everything that he did for us

man he wouldve killed for us.

I went to therapy while all this shit was happening

never would thought id even try to be a rapper man

The feelings I had

I bottled them.

made myself never even thought of him.

Instead i just think of what he taught us man

He taught me how to be a man

sitting in the driveway

working on the chevrolet

we were always strapped for money.

car out for repo so is the house

we bout to lose it all

but we refuse to fall

Sometimes i still hear him call to me

In my mind i know its a dream.

Im just blowing steam

I try to never hurt nobody

but these other rappers flows are soggy.

Im spicy when i rap

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