Much Easier
3-15

//Chorus//
I'm just so done with givin' a fuck about everything
I wanna hold on, but lettin' go is much easier
A brother, a son, a father, a student, a worker
Who the fuck am I?//

1st Verse:
I don't have much to look forward to
I don't have a dream to hope for or pursue
Is this song worth the truth
Or should I keep my muthafuckin' thoughts closed in?
I've chosen, the actions I took -and now look
Where I'm standin; I'm plannin' my weeks weekly and I'm demanding
A way out; back stabbin' muafuckas ought a stay out
I'm nervous to see how my life will play out
I looked at my life and I gave out
The longest sigh; I'll be honest why
I let my promise slide
I feel guilty at my momma's side
She didn't get to enjoy her youth, raisin' me
Workin' long hours just so she could be makin' the
Ends meet and shit always ends in a frenzy
Cause now I'm just like her; raisin' a kid
And nowadays, I'm always racin' to fit
The muthafuckin' position my father never did;
I don't wanna be like him -I pity him
I'm definitely not tryna be another fuckin' typical low-life father to Troy;
How will he see me then?!

//Chorus//
I'm just so done with givin' a fuck about everything
I wanna hold on, but lettin' go is much easier
A brother, a son, a father, a student, a worker
Who the fuck am I?//

2nd Verse:
Shitty cards; shitty play
Never knew life could be this way
No innocence; no more games
Now it's on to the strugglin' days
Minimum wage; skippin' the stage
That'll provide a way for me with a raise
College's not an option; oh wait, is it?
I got a kid so how do I expect to finish it?
Should I be a drop out; work full time?
How's it some people love their life
And I hurt for mine?
I work for mine
And they get handed whatever they want
That's some bullshit; you don't think so?
Shit; probly cause you livin' a good life
With a good fight, I could possibly go on
To a better life if I stay strong
Strong for my momma, strong for Troy
Been stayin' strong since I was a boy
Single mother -worked all day
Money, clothes, and food came from her pay
I just wanna return the favor; Momma, I swear you're a blessing
The respect I have for you is what I'm addressing
I'll try not to fail you, Momma
(Yeah.)

//Chorus//
I'm just so done with givin' a fuck about everything
I wanna hold on, but lettin' go is much easier
A brother, a son, a father, a student, a worker
Who the fuck am I?//

///Bridge///
///Don't question the song
Don't question the message
This just the way that I get to ventin'
Don't question the pain
Don't question the doubt
This just the way that I get to ventin'

Just let me be
Let me be
Just let me be
Let me be
Just let me be
Let me be
Let me be
Let me be.///

//Chorus//
I'm just so done with givin' a fuck about everything
I wanna hold on, but lettin' go is much easier
A brother, a son, a father, a student, a worker
Who the fuck am I?//