I’m gettin tired of all the same old games
They keep on messin with my mind
And lately I been thinkin I might lose my way
Again
They wanna bleed me till I’m dry
I guess I’ll fix up my rhythm
I got some things to change
Just give me five more minutes
Check the method
This is real
Let’s say ya driftin off
Then out the cut they got ya shifted
Now ya can’t pay the rent
When ya stuck in a system
There’s no case to protect ya fate
It’s been corrupted by the devil
Nothin ever stays the same
And this I'd say it burns
But that’s the price of the game
I still remain
No complainin
Save yo cryin for the birds
I think I’ll light another junt
And chief it to the head
So when I happen to die I’ll be high as hell
Cause it’s quick
Just like this
They’ll catch ya slippin
It’s like ya forgot the cost of a nerve
When I wasn't listenin
Don’t ask me why I tossed ya to the curb
And said good riddance
You pray I’d hate to see it go
But I just keep on wishin
You would hit the road
I gotsta drop all that stupid baggage
And show these bustas what’s crackin
I’m on the stang
I no longer give a damn
Let’s get back to the subject trick
I know ya runnin from the light
But there ain't nothin left but death
Times change
People switch
Why’s everybody turnin lame?
What happened to the rhythm?
What happened to the good ole days?
I can’t relate to shit
So gon and keep ya distance
Cause in this life we live mane
It’s all about the business
So tell me how’s it gon be
They wanna say I’m a sinner
For merely breathin
Guess I’m obsolete
I ain’t ya pet
So why’d y’all play it like that
On the other side the grass
Ya said was greener
Better come correct
No reality check is needed
They try to call me crazy
Yet still I’m passin up them labels
Gon and do the math
I struggle daily
While ya tax
Just a playa on the hustle
But ya gotta watch yo back
This world will drive ya mad
I've watched the growth of the youth
I know ya want the crow to fray
And that’s okay
Cause this ain’t somethin new
Ya gotta maintain
You know the rules
Behold the sickness
Of the brain
A menace on the loose
So gon and take one on the chin
Do what ya oughta do
And fix that posture
Cause it’s crooked when you walk
Nobody likes a bitch
Evade the itch
And find yourself an option too
Don’t be a victim