Intro Every single day I get this feeling, every single day..... [Verse 1] Every single day I get the feeling of packing my shit and leaving, Ive had enough of living life and now wishing for freedom, cause so many man are bleeding, man are jacking, thieving, clapping, grieving, crooked police on the beater giving them beatings The streets are freezing, so you never reach the kids in the slums, where the devil makes work for them idol fingers and thumbs, firing guns, taking sums for their mums, so Im saying I love you now mum just in case tomorrow dont come,this life is no fun, its got me stuck in the pressure for months, Im drinking til the bottles drunk hoping my soul will get sunk, I dont remember what it feels like to feel sober or drunk Im lost in limbo Ill kill a man if I aint got skunk, my best friend, he aint my best friend hes my enemies gun, I saw him in my dream last night he killed me then run, at the same time, the same place, the same way as John, all I can say is when I woke up I was pissed I werent gone Chorus Yo its too easy to act all greasy and be one of these wannabes on the TV, But its much harder to think like a father and shape up a young mans head like a barber!x2 [Verse 2] Lifes hard but Imma go harder than life, open up my chest to ride and show you what my heart looks like, Ill show you that my heart looks wrong and my hearts looks right, the same man who taught me wrong taught me how to do right, he taught me how to sell a key of white and never cheat and beat my wife, looking back right now I done alright but certain man still wanna dumb out and dumb my life, I dont deal with hype its real passion, Ive been through some madness No I aint no fucking gyaless, Im a mad man with a malice, Im a nice guy with a smile, behind my girl Im on a flowess, and I stopped putting trust in cowards, now I only trust 5 My dog, My bitch, Me, myself and I. Rudeboy! Stop riding my wave and live your life Im tryna live mine, I still cant sleep at night cause beef from long time, we all have nightmares but these daymares that are playing with my mind, Im talking to myself all of the fucking time! Chorus Yo its too easy to act all greasy and be one of these wannabes on the TV, But its much harder to think like a father and shape up a young mans head like a barber!x2 [Verse 3] Its the same old same old, its a shame just how this game goes. We use to play with playdough now were running from the plain clothes, man are scared to chirps ghetto girls and bring hem back to their homes, in case they get set up for the crow and robbed for their dough, a pretty little bitch will set you up for your shit, a fine ass and fine tits another man robbed quick, I make the type of hits to make you drive drunk up in your shits, run red lights and make you smoke skunk up in your whip The sign of blue cheese leona, aroma, got me a boner, call up mona leona, drink a corona, then I bone her, I dont shot no more my mates do. Im the business owner, only count the stocks and shares to check if were on the over, everywheres the same but we dont see the same weve seen it over, you see me soldier, everyones talking bout skullys like their moulder, I dont mean that little prick is gonna bang because he told ya, the real recognise its only real when its over Chorus Yo its too easy to act all greasy and be one of these wannabes on the TV, But its much harder to think like a father and shape up a young mans head like a barber!x2 Outro, Michael Jackson Ive always said, you know, good art never dies. Thank You
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