Just Writin Vol. 1

[Mr. Muthafuckin eXquire]
Playing B.O.B., waiting for my plane
It's delayed, I'm in disarray, everything in change
Things just ain't the same, I cannot explain
How I came, to this point I'm at, dealing with this game
Even if I put you wouldn't understand
All the pain, that I had to face, every single day
When the problem's you, how do you mistake
You can't runaway, there's nowhere to go
Drunk in my memories...
Things that people say I did, I ain't never say
God damn I'm getting older
Still broke though my money should be longer
I have trouble sleepin' at night
My mind's at war but I feel at peace when I write
And I know that don't sound right
But that's the way it's been all my life
And I wish it wasn't like that
But I feel too bad to fight back
Things that I've been through
Created many roadblocks in my mental
The kinda shit wasn't in you, was in you
That kinda shit you don't speak on instrumentals
...shall I continue?