Cycles
Yeah
Tell me why does it matter
As time goes on I only get sadder
And living this life, it feels like a pattern
Dug myself in a hole
And it feels like I need a ladder
And on my way down
I think that I hit my head I might've got staggered
Yeah, i'm by my 'lone
Don't see myself coming back home
They tell me just keep being strong
But that's all I ever been
I regret when I let 'em in
I really thought I had a friend
And so the cycle never ends
Gunfire late in the night
Bullets fly while i'm writing rhymes
Bodies dropping, who next in line?
Walked in that room and I seen them rocks
As a kid I seen a lot
Junkies in and out the spot
Niggas talk about a life they never lived I tell em stop
I could really tell a lot
But in my heart I keep it locked
All eyes on me feel like pac
C&C i'm finna pop
I'm on my way to the top
My time is now don't need a clock
As a kid I seen a lot
Junkies in and out the spot
I could really tell a lot
Niggas talk about a life they never lived i tell em stop
I could really tell a lot
But in my heart I keep it locked
Yeah
Tell me why does it matter
As time goes on I only get sadder
And living this life, it feels like a pattern
Dug myself in a hole
And it feels like I need a ladder
And on my way down
Think that I hit my head I might've got staggered
Yeah, I'm by my 'lone
Don't see myself coming back home
They tell me just keep being strong
But that's all I ever been
I regret when I let 'em in
I really thought I had a friend
And so the cycle never ends
Tell me why does it matter
As time goes on I only get sadder
And living this life, it feels like a pattern
Dug myself in a hole
And it feels like I need a ladder
And on my way down
I think that I hit my head I might've got staggered
Yeah, i'm by my 'lone
Don't see myself coming back home
They tell me just keep being strong
But that's all I ever been
I regret when I let 'em in
I really thought I had a friend
And so the cycle never ends
Gunfire late in the night
Bullets fly while i'm writing rhymes
Bodies dropping, who next in line?
Walked in that room and I seen them rocks
As a kid I seen a lot
Junkies in and out the spot
Niggas talk about a life they never lived I tell em stop
I could really tell a lot
But in my heart I keep it locked
All eyes on me feel like pac
C&C i'm finna pop
I'm on my way to the top
My time is now don't need a clock
As a kid I seen a lot
Junkies in and out the spot
I could really tell a lot
Niggas talk about a life they never lived i tell em stop
I could really tell a lot
But in my heart I keep it locked
Yeah
Tell me why does it matter
As time goes on I only get sadder
And living this life, it feels like a pattern
Dug myself in a hole
And it feels like I need a ladder
And on my way down
Think that I hit my head I might've got staggered
Yeah, I'm by my 'lone
Don't see myself coming back home
They tell me just keep being strong
But that's all I ever been
I regret when I let 'em in
I really thought I had a friend
And so the cycle never ends
Credits
Writer(s): Desmond Villafane
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