Sometimes

Lyrics

Let me turn the page, and open your eyes
 I got something to say before all the hope in me dies
 Ever since i was born i was cursed with this life
 No family night at my house just drama and lies
 I was raised by one when most are raised by two
 I don't blame her tho mama i love you
 I just hated school i was never considered cool
 They used make fun and i felt like a fool
 I had like one homie and that was my fucken dog
 Mans best friend until she was gone
 Then i was on my own, i lost focus
 I guess thats when all my bridges where broken
 I started smokin' a couple jays a day
 And that started when i was eight and in the 3rd grade
 I thought about takin' my life multiple times
 But i never spoke about it i just kept it in my mind
 (Instrumental)
 Fast forward to my teenage years
 I'm much more popular now but i don't even care
 No one likes me for me naw
 They like me for that fact that i could get em some weed
 I never had a real job i found my way in the streets
 I didn't put up with bullshit i pissed on my family tree
 I'm a black sheep, drop out drug addict
 With some crazy hair and a fucked up cussin' habit
 I used to steal for the meal
 But when you hungry and homeless in the hood
 Man this shits real
 I went on to harder drugs, some of them designer
 Most of it was crystal meth made by moonshiners
 So who's wiser, the man that lives in misery
 Or the man haunted by his own history?
 Eventually I got a victory and hit skins
 9 months later I had my first kid
 (Instrumental)
 Jump ahead another 5 n my lifes changed
 I got two now both from the same name
 I've had a few jobs in-between the hustle
 But nothing sufficient enough to satisfy the struggle
 I stay humble I'm trying ta be a better guy
 I wanna watch my children live a happy life
 I finally found somethin' I'm kinda good at
 I rather be a good dad than write a good rap
 Everyday I'm livin', i live a little different
 I'm tryna ta pave a smooth path so they'll quit trippin'
 I put my heart and soul into this rhyme book
 I can't stop now, look at all the time its took
 I'm all in i got my chips on the line
 Full house in my hand man ill be fine
 I'm a keep spittin' real until they kill me
 Till death do us part Im a keep this shit filthy
 

Audio Features

Song Details

Duration
03:01
Key
4
Tempo
97 BPM

Share

More Songs by Jesse B Dawg

Albums by Jesse B Dawg

Similar Songs