Sympathy

Big heart, and big pain in it

Have you ever heard a nigga bearing out his soul but you can't relate
So you sittin' there tryna' contemplate about the pain that this nigga feel
Out here drifting fast even with no pair of wheels, but still
What do I say, what do I do when a nigga like me help a nigga like you
And I ain't go through what you going through
I'm just hoping that you hear me when I'm done and through

My niggas hurtin' and I know they ain't the only ones
Had your mother working 12's at the factory
Left you all alone back at home so you learned well just how much a father would have
Meant to your family
I understand
They say that God has a perfect plan
But why that plan always different for the rest of us
I know niggas poppin' off of xans because the personal struggle was too much for us
And now we say in God we trust

Money and Power, that's how I feel
But when you flash it on the gram man I know it ain't real
And they ask me how I'm staying motivated
Tell em' only thing keeping me going is intuition to kill
Most these niggas go extinct still
Cuz' they trash so they stink still
But I can't stand still
I be cleaning up this landfill, with these words of encouragement nigga get up off your Ass and build

One of my niggas frowning
When he found out that I was out here drowning and I'm mad because when the world Let me down and I'm suffering
I hear you tryna' tell me that you been there, but you ain't been recovering boy I hate That
Yeah I hate that
I hate the fact that I can't even lay back
Cuz' when I relax I know I'm out here losing time
Like daylight savings but ain't no saving peace of mind
Cuz' when I fall back, it seems y'all niggas forget me
But when I spring forward I know half y'all niggas resent me
I be out here steady independent
And I ain't doing anything that y'all niggas recommended

Penitentiary that's where I won't go
Elementary where I learned to say no to drugs but why all my friends addicted then
Why it sound like if I'm sober then they all the sudden get offended then
I guess it's different if you ain't winning, like some waves got they head spinnin'
Drums hit them with the hurt so I keep hittin'
Most these niggas trippin', I guess that's why you see them G's always limpin'

Simpin' what you all do
Like the simpsons I got plenty seasons
Spice it up or sweeten' it down, I'm just playing around
That's how I distract myself from this eternal round of hate through my sound
If y'all made it this far, I'm proud, I'm really proud of y'all

Cuz' I just keep going with this rap thing, you know what I mean
You hear this pain though
Real pain, in this big heart