Itha¢a
Humans can self destruct too
You ask me what I know about living? I know a lot. I know everything that you give is not everything you got. I know that people hate you, and heaven don’t await you. And no matter how hard you seem try, she’ll never date you. I know the sunrise means another day of suffering. And when it’s dark outside another night of wondering, if you should stay inside again tomorrow, and ease the sorrow that you came to borrow, from the papa, that you never knew. But you came know the distance that he gave to you. And it shows when your with people and that much is true. What you know bout this. Bitch I know about living, but I don’t know how to live. I know how to spit, I know how to fuck, I know about clits, I know about the woman and the pain that they bring. I know the pain that I go though is daily, just ask who made me, we pray, everyday, that he will save thee. I bet that he won’t. I think the devil has his sights on my life. His eyes on the prize, talent that will surely suicide. Another young rapper who fades away today, in the next decade, hopefully someone will take his place. Another disgrace another kid with violent pace. Another single mom who raised a boy who hates on his race. Who hates on his face, who hates on everything that’s misplaced. He hates the way that he living and he is begging for space. He’s begging to start over he wants to redo he wants to renew. But you can’t turn back time and that much is the truth