Split Paths

[Verse 1: Kxng Crooked]

A kid grows up thinkin' his future gon' be easy
But his life ain't nothin' like the shows he sees on his TV
He's on a different path where the road gets split in half
Right or left life or death it ain't an easy choice believe me
His father left when he was in bed sleepin', ironic
He woke up and his heart stopped over that dead beat
Tears drop, legs weak, reading a letter that said he would be back next week
He ain't come back though!
And the little kid, he just couldn't handle it
That was his first brush with abandonment
He would discover another in the form of a lover
Who was a soul mate candidate
But for now happiness has advantages
He told her he'd never leave her
Forgot his bad past 'cause she was his amnesia
Numbed all of his pain 'cause she was his anesthesia
Until she walked out on him, he almost had a seizure
Life's paintin' a dark picture
Feelin' like an organ donor she took his heart with her
His father took his childhood
'Cause he had to be the man in a wild hood
Nowhere to turn but the hard liquor
Remember the split path, right or left, life or death
It's time for him to decide, dear God, just guide his steps
'Cause he's drinkin' whisky, drivin' his car tipsy
He knows it's risky but he's contemplatin' his final breaths
Drivin' off a bridge and get rid of this silly drama
Then he pictures his mama going through one too many dramas
So he pulls over goes to sleep in a lot of Benihana's
But enough about my life, listen to Iliana's

[Verse 2: Iliana Eve]

Now maybe
I did not mean to treat you bad
But I did it anyway
And now maybe
Some would say your life was sad
But you lived it anyway
So maybe
Your friends they stand around they watch you crumble
As you fall into the ground
Then someday
Your friends they stand beside as you are flyin'
And your flyin' oh so high
So maybe
So maybe
Then someday people look at you
For what they call their own they watch you suffer
Yeah they hear you going home
Then someday we can take our time
To brush the leaves aside, so you can reach heights
Will you love me far behind?
Now maybe
I did not mean to treat you up so bad
But I did it anyway
Now I said maybe some would say, that after what you had
You couldn't shake the pain
No you couldn't shake the pain
Now maybe
I could have made my own mistakes
But I wouldn't have known
Now maybe
Share of something good
But won't you look
And someday comes tomorrow

[Produced by Jonathan Hay and Mani Ajami]