Life’s Mad

[Hook]
Life's Mad
Fresh off a funeral
Wednesday Landlord pressing for the rent the next
Bitch I just buried my Dad

[Verse 1]
My passion in the dirt now
My lil light ain't even flickering
All of my goals I once chased
Feel like I ran outta win(d) for this race
Cuz I done I ran it at yo pace, my pace, the pace
I ain't got a chance to reset for fuck sake
My nigga I'm burnt out
Write a verse or die how it turnt out
Fuck the GoFund me
I'm thuggin it If this here rap shit don't work out
9-5 for 20+ live
Pension still couldn't cover my daddy burial, why?
Expenses get rеal, when you living it check to check to survivе
Yo limit for feeling done reached its threshold
You questioning living when you done just seen the best go
Still got one parent left yo
If I provide for my mom's
With with a lil job It'll be a cycle that'll kill all my belief ten fold
6'6 rap dreams dying in yo drive thru window
Every meal I deal is happy
But why it smell like Indo?
Is he smoking it or selling it
Yeah they knew but they'll never know
Lenny Cooke vibes back slick creeping too low
Follower count is yo worth in society
Social media too cold
Is it really worth my peace to
Write this shit from my soul?
Is making my listeners my therapist
The reap that I sow?
Will speaking in equals and transparency
Make these CDs get sold?

[Interlude]
(They don't sell CDs anymore, I mean they do streams and merch... nevermind)

[Verse 2]
You know what the fuck I mean It's do or die
Ability over doubt next to his father, instilled what i learned in my nephew
Even the wrongs that came about
So when he hit that mound
He'd apply his own technique and swing a hit
Niggas like me could never get
That many of us longed for in that dugout..
Daphne wheels
Can't gap my demons on no treadmill visions actively still ringing in tears
My eyes just can't fill
It's surreal
Mortifying, beyond the slight
What you supposed to feel like
When the biggest supporter in yo life
Almighty before you knew about a God
And what may scorch beneath his height
The man who taught you how to fight
How to roll and control the flight
How to absorb and then contort
But not become morphed from all this plight
How to catch
How to fall
How to ball
Left from right
Right from wrong
The sole provider of every safe night I can recall
You spent half you life in the pen, the other half bending over backwards
And i couldn’t even afford to chip in to get yo name on the hearse placard