Just Seuss

[Intro]
Jesus Christ man
Fucking sick of the way everything's fucking going
Need something to change
This my audition for the fucking Rhythm and Flow
Man, here it goes

[Verse]
I need to shed some light on this Earth
People, my time's up and I'm in the dirt
Confined to the walls of my circumstances but damn
I'd be damned if a nigga don't work hard
To get up out this [?]
When will the remedy present itself?
For some it never does, for some it's the drugs
For some it's thinking he gotta get himself more heard
Unsure of what's to come
I got love for ballers, I got love for bums
And I'm man enough to tell you that I'm addicted
To certain drugs the government prescribed
And I'm conflicted inside
Torn like paper suffocating, why
Do I put me through misery?
With that question I'mma prob'ly die
Blame it on upbringing and blame it on family
Blame it on the fact that nobody understands me
Or blame it on the fact that every day I try to drown the fucking misery with ounce after ounce of brandy
Pounce at opportunities but "Who is he?"
Is what they say to me and frankly they right
Who the fuck am I?
There ain't enough alcohol to keep me numb inside
All I got in this world is my family and pride
And even they be judging up on their fucking high horse
Shooting me down like it was a live sport
So when I make it and the ball's in my court
You won't get no warmth off my torch
No lie, fuck you, huh
'Cause blood don't mean shit you fucking weak bitch
I hate your damn guts, you all make me sick
I chose the right name, I feel like the Grinch
I'll drink 'til I piss and howl at the fucking moon
I beguile at the moon
Trying to find tunes that'll give a G.O.A.T. goosebumps
Too drunk two get up and do what I gotta
Sick of acting like everything is hakuna matata
When I really want to shoot my medulla oblongata
Hustlin' for stability fuck Gucci, Louis, Prada
Yeah we still in the hood so we gonna do what we gotta
Lil' bro gon' rob, homegirl gon' swallow
They make kids for that wallet
Maybe go cop an Impala
Maybe go spend her last dollar on the weed
For the innocence of her youth there is no time to grieve
They been working OT where I come from (huh)
Ain't no time to bump with a bum-bum
Too busy trynna make another lump-sum
So I'm giving my soul to give my kids some clothes
And give them a home where I ain't live that rap
[?]
Because Rythm and Flow man I live that - live that

[Bridge]
Gotta make it out sinful
See through the fuckery like a window
Gotta make it out of this place

[Outro:]
You can see the determination in my face
But no matter what I'm just Seuss Mace
Just Seuss Mace, just Seuss... just Seuss

You can see the determination in my face
But no matter what I'm just Seuss Mace
Just Seuss

That's how this shit goes, man
Hope y'all like it
Peace