Chop
Malcolm Smalls
Malcolm Smalls &
Malcolm Smalls
Malcolm Smalls
Malcolm Smalls
Malcolm Smalls
Malcolm Smalls
Malcolm Smalls
Malcolm Smalls
Malcolm Smalls
Malcolm Smalls
[Verse 1]
Took a dagger to the heart, cuts on the back
Lost everything, I Got crushed by all of that
The snakes done bit me, the wolves, finna get me
And I spilled enough guts, to make a muhfucka sickly
I suffer from this thing, where my hearts on my sleeve
I can't even find peace, when I close my eyes to sleep
I made a plan to murder karma, cause that bitch keeps hauntin me
Built friendships that wouldn't last, i'm novice with the carpentry
Got Splinters in palms, fuck I work hard
And I can't trust a broad, I'm way too scarred
I can't be down to earth, my mind's in the stars
Too scared to face reality and all the time I've lost
In a house so lonely, I'm talkin to myself
My pride the only thing, keepin me from getting help
Became a nicotine fiend, just diminishing my health
And it's getting to the point, that I'd do anything for wealth
[Chorus]
Don't let me be around, when everything falls
When love turns to hate, pretend to miss calls
When everything goes, don't go
Do what youre supposed to do
I need to clean these open wounds
Take the pain away..
Do what youre supposed to do
I need to clean these open wounds
Take the pain away ay
[Verse 2]
My ex took apart of me, music taking all of me
And fuckers think they're helping me, with they fake apologies
Nowadays I'm breakin down, need triple A to follow me
Or double A, probably, my battery is poverty
I've been knocked down, counted out, shit I'm so swole about it
Young cat exposed to violence, hurt, so I wrote about it
I been hit by warning shots, subliminals, don't know who poppin
It's hard for me to open up, surgery is not an option
Tear, wonder will I see bloodshed, on some dumbshyt
Facin the pain, letting the blunt-hit
Turn up on the music, let it be thumpin
Now I got a gang of fans, you would thought i jumped in
Must suffer from self infliction on how I made my mark
Fishin for a deal made me play with sharks
May need a transplant shyt, may have a change of heart
Sufferer of Parkinsons, I'm sorry for my shaky start
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Take the Pain Away, Take the Pain Away, Take the Pain away
[Verse 3]
So much weight up on my shoulders, standing on my own two
So damn starving, it makes stardom look like soul food
I ain't too damn different, I'm goin through what most do
I just send the message through airwave, if not im going postal
So many damn tracks, I think that I'ma dope addict
Double-crossed, like a vampire, there's no attacking
I been hit hard by depression, now I'm slept on
I'm ready for my shot... I Just put my fuckin vest on
[Chorus]
Wounded was written by Malcolm Smalls.
Wounded was produced by Malcolm “Chop” Smalls.