Ever So Clear

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See, most of my life i never had shit
 I felt like an outcast, treated like a misfit
 Damn near didn't make it on my day of birth
 Thinking was i really supposed to be on this planet earth
 I take a deep breath, and then another follows
 Cos hardship is kinda hard to swallow
 See, it's rough bein a loner
 Not knowin any given day and time i could wind up a goner
 See, people got it bad from jump street
 And bein short is just another strike against me
 I used to get funny looks cos i was small
 And tryin to make it was like runnin through a brick wall
 Given the odds i was up against, bro
 The average nigga woulda quit a long time ago
 But now i've got a record out
 I'm doin shows, people payin to see me turn it out
 Now i'm the spice around town
 It's funny how an album can change a nigga's life around
 I got friends and bitches on my dick
 But when they look at richard all they see is bushwick
 Sometimes i don't know a friend from a foe
 And every different day it's a different fuckin hoe
 And now that my pockets are gettin bigger
 I'm meetin hoes who only wanna juice a nigga
 They tell me that they love me and all that
 But really they just wait for me to fall flat
 So they can get me for my income
 Take me for all i got, and then some
 Like trina, you dig
 I fucked up and got too attached to the bitch's kid
 Knowin that she used the baby to use me
 Took him out my life, mentally abusin me
 But as the time went by i got another slimmy
 And she was just like the first one screamin gimme
 But not in the exact same way
 She had a different type of game she liked to play
 Her name was crystal, she played the quiet type
 And for a little while shit seemed alright
 But just like the first hoe, homie
 When shit got hectic the bitch broke out on me
 And it's gettin outta hand, gee
 Cos nobody seems to understand me
 Reminiscin got me feelin kinda low
 I broke out the ever-clear and then i drunk some mo'
 Until it was all gone
 Now i'm lookin for somebody to take my pain out on
 But not just anybody, gee
 I'ma take that on to mica cos she's the closest to me
 Full of that ever-clear and high on that buddah
 Get to the house all i'm thinkin bout is shootin her
 Cos shootin her would be sweet
 But you know what'd be sweeter? if i make her shootin me
 Call me crazy, but that's what i'm thinkin
 I'm trippin from all that smokin weed and drinkin
 But i knew she wouldn't do it on her own, so i provoked her
 Punched her, kicked her, and chocked her
 She still wouldn't grab the gun
 And at that time i wasn't thinkin about no one
 Damn near crazy i went and grabbed the baby
 Held him by the door and said i'ma throw his ass out, hoe
 She went to cryin, somebody stop him
 I said: you better grab the muthafuckin gun or i'ma drop him
 She snatched the baby out of my hands
 We started fighting, punching, scratching, and biting
 When we fell on the bed, check this shit
 All kinds of crazy shit was goin through my head
 So i ran and got the gun and came back to her
 Loaded it up and handed the gat to her
 I grabbed her hand and placed the gun to my eye muscle
 She screamed stop and then we broke into another tussle
 Yo, durin the fight the gun went off quick
 Damn! aw shit, i'm hit
 (Aw... my eye, i can't see
 Why you shot me in the eye?
 I woulda shot you in the body
 Why you shot me in the eye?)
 Ridin in the ambulance everything is hectic
 I can't get a grip, i just can't check this
 Everybody's cryin, could it be i'm dyin
 Bullet in my head, in the bed was lyin
 Where's mica? i wanna tell her i love her
 With an [ ] in my arm i took a picture for an album cover
 Goddamn, the shit's a trip, gee
 Five different doctors with needles tryin to stick me
 I hear my family hollerin he needs us
 Durin the confusion, man, i seen jesus
 My mom's on the phone long-distance from new york
 Here comes the doctors again tryin to rip me apart
 I got a monkey on my back, i can't shake it
 I'm havin suicidal thoughts hopin that i don't make it
 But i'ma make it cos something's steady urgin me
 Five hours passed, i made it through surgery
 And the doctor said i wouldn't make it through the night
 But god told me everything is gonna be alright
 And i'm glad that i'm here, gee
 But it's fucked up i had to lose an eye to see shit clearly
 Aw man, i made it
 I made it
 And everyone gets to hear my story
 I made it
 But don't try this at your home
 Learn from my mistakes
 Kick the beat in, bido
 

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Duration
05:57
Key
1
Tempo
160 BPM

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