I'll Live With It
I guess there's no point in holding any of my thoughts in
Look
Is this part of god's plan do I really have talent?
Or am I just your usual delusional hopeless romantic
But it's a risk I'm gonna take there's no debating I'm past it
I don't need no more regrets coming with me to the casket
I think I'm doing pretty good for an ex drug addict
I hear em still calling my name but I won't answer to that shit
I've come a long way from the day's of overdosing on acid
Now I'm clean but my flows dirty like some clothes in a basket
So it's fuck the drugs I'm done I'm never going back
It'll never feel as good as me and my son out playing catch
To have em back I'd give up everything I ever had
And how ironic cause my pen lets everything out on this pad
But is there a method to my madness? I don't really know
Maybe it's just how I deal with sadness that I'll never show
In the midst of my son's absence I somehow coped
And realized I could use this rap shit to branch out and grow
Even though it wasn't my thing it would seem I've been chosen
Before you beat me you'll have a better chance trying to make through trolling
Cause it would be easy for me to crush your dreams and your hopes when
I have a cold heart that's been frozen you can't break what's been broken
But I wasn't like this as a kid I was so quiet and innocent
The thought of grabbing mic's and ripping shit I couldn't envision it
But I've accepted the fact that I've always been different
So if this is a mistake then fuck it I'll live with it
Look
Is this part of god's plan do I really have talent?
Or am I just your usual delusional hopeless romantic
But it's a risk I'm gonna take there's no debating I'm past it
I don't need no more regrets coming with me to the casket
I think I'm doing pretty good for an ex drug addict
I hear em still calling my name but I won't answer to that shit
I've come a long way from the day's of overdosing on acid
Now I'm clean but my flows dirty like some clothes in a basket
So it's fuck the drugs I'm done I'm never going back
It'll never feel as good as me and my son out playing catch
To have em back I'd give up everything I ever had
And how ironic cause my pen lets everything out on this pad
But is there a method to my madness? I don't really know
Maybe it's just how I deal with sadness that I'll never show
In the midst of my son's absence I somehow coped
And realized I could use this rap shit to branch out and grow
Even though it wasn't my thing it would seem I've been chosen
Before you beat me you'll have a better chance trying to make through trolling
Cause it would be easy for me to crush your dreams and your hopes when
I have a cold heart that's been frozen you can't break what's been broken
But I wasn't like this as a kid I was so quiet and innocent
The thought of grabbing mic's and ripping shit I couldn't envision it
But I've accepted the fact that I've always been different
So if this is a mistake then fuck it I'll live with it
Credits
Writer(s): Mike Tovar
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