Anyday

I pray everyday.
But I think I'm losing my faith, by the moves that i make.
But I'm choosing my fate, but if I sedate,
Tell the world I was great like the lakes.
But if I should die, before I wake.
I pray the lord my soul to take,
If I'm early or if I'm late,
Please let me see my cousins standing at the gate.
Wait, this wasn't really how life post to be.
How can I lose someone when they really was close to me?
I lost my mind, it's posed to be where my shoulders be.
Man I'm torn like old upholstery.
Hold up.
You ain't ever seen a dead man in a
Casket, Formaldehyde gotta body swole up.
Hold up.
You ain't never seen a man shot in his
Head, gotta wait til the ambulance roll up.
Hold up.
Roll up the weed cause I need to vent.
What I need, hit my knees repent.
Wash and rinse but it doesn't make sense.
Repeat the cycle?
I'm not convinced.
Fuck ya fence.
Fuck ya gate.
Fuck ya yard.
Fuck ya state.
Where do I start?
Fuck ya car, fuck ya spouse, fuck ya house it all don't count.
What I need, is a little amount for it to add up.
I'm mad as fuck.
Bad luck never mean that I had much, so and so and such and such.
God said lean on him, he is the crutch.
Now I break down trees put it in a Dutch.
I'm in clutch, like MJ in a clutch, hit the shot, don't think.
Don't drown, don't sink, stay afloat, and don't drink.
The water.
Damn...

No life preserver couldn't save me, Im floating there by myself.
A dream or is it reality?
That's what a nigga kept asking himself.
It's like a record that was on the shelf,
And nobody bought it,
A nigga threw it out the window and nobody caught it.
A nigga told a joke, but nobody caught It.
I drowned in debt, now it's liquor, a working alcoholic, hold up.
You ain't ever seen a man have it all,
Then lose it all at the drop of a hat nigga.
You ain't never seen a man 0 for 5, at the plate.
Still swinging the bat nigga.
Facts nigga.
So fuck ya life, fuck ya ones,
Fuck ya tens, fuck ya daughter and fuck ya son.
Let's pretend, that the sun won't shine,
No pretense and no time, jail bars and no crime.
Truth is, shit stink.
Don't blink, think twice.
These fuckers ain't nothing nice, they could be cool,
They could be vice, it could be wrong it could right.
Full speed at a red light.
In the dark, no head lights.
Off top, no head lice.
But I'm scratching the surface,
The purpose of life, is to not be worthless.
A merchant, searching, emerging.
Recurring, submerging.
City ass nigga, no suburban.
Rehearsing, to kill this game.
Disturbing, purging, the curtains, closed.