Sometimes
Let me turn the page, and open your eyes
I got something to say before all the hope in me dies
Ever since i was born i was cursed with this life
No family night at my house just drama and lies
I was raised by one when most are raised by two
I don't blame her tho mama i love you
I just hated school i was never considered cool
They used make fun and i felt like a fool
I had like one homie and that was my fucken dog
Mans best friend until she was gone
Then i was on my own, i lost focus
I guess thats when all my bridges where broken
I started smokin' a couple jays a day
And that started when i was eight and in the 3rd grade
I thought about takin' my life multiple times
But i never spoke about it i just kept it in my mind
(Instrumental)
Fast forward to my teenage years
I'm much more popular now but i don't even care
No one likes me for me naw
They like me for that fact that i could get em some weed
I never had a real job i found my way in the streets
I didn't put up with bullshit i pissed on my family tree
I'm a black sheep, drop out drug addict
With some crazy hair and a fucked up cussin' habit
I used to steal for the meal
But when you hungry and homeless in the hood
Man this shits real
I went on to harder drugs, some of them designer
Most of it was crystal meth made by moonshiners
So who's wiser, the man that lives in misery
Or the man haunted by his own history?
Eventually I got a victory and hit skins
9 months later I had my first kid
(Instrumental)
Jump ahead another 5 n my lifes changed
I got two now both from the same name
I've had a few jobs in-between the hustle
But nothing sufficient enough to satisfy the struggle
I stay humble I'm trying ta be a better guy
I wanna watch my children live a happy life
I finally found somethin' I'm kinda good at
I rather be a good dad than write a good rap
Everyday I'm livin', i live a little different
I'm tryna ta pave a smooth path so they'll quit trippin'
I put my heart and soul into this rhyme book
I can't stop now, look at all the time its took
I'm all in i got my chips on the line
Full house in my hand man ill be fine
I'm a keep spittin' real until they kill me
Till death do us part Im a keep this shit filthy
I got something to say before all the hope in me dies
Ever since i was born i was cursed with this life
No family night at my house just drama and lies
I was raised by one when most are raised by two
I don't blame her tho mama i love you
I just hated school i was never considered cool
They used make fun and i felt like a fool
I had like one homie and that was my fucken dog
Mans best friend until she was gone
Then i was on my own, i lost focus
I guess thats when all my bridges where broken
I started smokin' a couple jays a day
And that started when i was eight and in the 3rd grade
I thought about takin' my life multiple times
But i never spoke about it i just kept it in my mind
(Instrumental)
Fast forward to my teenage years
I'm much more popular now but i don't even care
No one likes me for me naw
They like me for that fact that i could get em some weed
I never had a real job i found my way in the streets
I didn't put up with bullshit i pissed on my family tree
I'm a black sheep, drop out drug addict
With some crazy hair and a fucked up cussin' habit
I used to steal for the meal
But when you hungry and homeless in the hood
Man this shits real
I went on to harder drugs, some of them designer
Most of it was crystal meth made by moonshiners
So who's wiser, the man that lives in misery
Or the man haunted by his own history?
Eventually I got a victory and hit skins
9 months later I had my first kid
(Instrumental)
Jump ahead another 5 n my lifes changed
I got two now both from the same name
I've had a few jobs in-between the hustle
But nothing sufficient enough to satisfy the struggle
I stay humble I'm trying ta be a better guy
I wanna watch my children live a happy life
I finally found somethin' I'm kinda good at
I rather be a good dad than write a good rap
Everyday I'm livin', i live a little different
I'm tryna ta pave a smooth path so they'll quit trippin'
I put my heart and soul into this rhyme book
I can't stop now, look at all the time its took
I'm all in i got my chips on the line
Full house in my hand man ill be fine
I'm a keep spittin' real until they kill me
Till death do us part Im a keep this shit filthy
Credits
Writer(s): Herman Brock
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