I was a happy a little kid, man, I never expected/
For life to/ get so real/ and I'd learn all these lessons/
But now i'm stressin, a mess, and i'm confessin the rest/
Have taken things way to far, I gotta get it off my chest/
From disrespect, to death, and the divorce and drugs/
To/ unloyal friends/ who abort the trust/
To little whores who get drunk and then report a touch
that never happened/ but take his ass to court and such/
And stupid bitches who fake a baby maybe to sound/
Like she gets down, but now my buddy lays in the ground/
And so i pound my fist against the brick till it bleeds/
But i cant change the past, i either take it or leave/
There's no reprieve from fakin/ Ain't no fuckin reparations/
Just friends so oxed up that they're talkin like they're cavemen/
Constantly they're sayin that they're dippin in the dope/
Either scratchin from the needle or the drippin in their throat/
(Quickie - add on)
For life to/ get so real/ and I'd learn all these lessons/
But now i'm stressin, a mess, and i'm confessin the rest/
Have taken things way to far, I gotta get it off my chest/
From disrespect, to death, and the divorce and drugs/
To/ unloyal friends/ who abort the trust/
To little whores who get drunk and then report a touch
that never happened/ but take his ass to court and such/
And stupid bitches who fake a baby maybe to sound/
Like she gets down, but now my buddy lays in the ground/
And so i pound my fist against the brick till it bleeds/
But i cant change the past, i either take it or leave/
There's no reprieve from fakin/ Ain't no fuckin reparations/
Just friends so oxed up that they're talkin like they're cavemen/
Constantly they're sayin that they're dippin in the dope/
Either scratchin from the needle or the drippin in their throat/
(Quickie - add on)