Sidelines

sick of these sitting on these sidelines

I don't wanna see politics, I am the highlights

and these are what I call my dreams

I'll form a team and redeem a big bag of cash

so get the fuck off my ass, I'm fillin up the glass

half empty, half full

will you let your demons pick at your soul?

but it ain't nothing for liers and fake bitches

like this crip who shot my brother, who had to get stitches

he was strong in that shit, he was still kiddish

don't remember things, all he did was toss pitches

in the backyard of our old place

now he's gone, my family's nonexistent

and I'm living in a new space

I'm feeling empty from these memories I erase

my career might take a turn, gotta stay at my pace

the rap game ain't easy, don't act like it's a race

make your own beats

instrumentals only is just another way to cheat

this shit is the olympics, i'm ready to compete

I'm so mad at this world

I used to smoke weed til my mind was feelin twirled

now I'm just stuck thinking

shrinking, alone at night

I feel so crazy, sometimes I forget about blinkin

I'm desperate for another religion

I tried to praise god, but he just remained hidden

out of sight, out of mind

that's just the way it goes

all I got now is a good meal and a grind

and what the fucks all this money talk for?

you still stop at every mcdonalds sign

feeding the kids fast food

think bigger then what the world tells you

cause later on, you'll wish your faith pursued

atheist niggas try to talk you out of god,

christians, they just want you to form a bond

I don't see a reason to stand near both of them

life is still shit, you'll just get the end of the stick

and if I ever find that motherfucker, from block 406

who fired at my brotha, I'mma give his ass a dropkick

he never came home, so why you talkin' homesick?

get off me, now I gotta act quick

If I could just put a bullet to my head and end this,

maybe he'll see it on the news and give him his last wish