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I'm wakin' up every morning to the same old shit
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Landlord straight bitchin' for a nigga to pay the rent
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My wife left me two years ago
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Now I got a thinkin' problem
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And a wine-drinkin' problem
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My family turned backs on me, they wouldn't help
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I had a psychiatrist but that mothafucka couldn't help
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The pressure's in a man and that got me
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Damn, I wish my wife would shot me
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And take me out of my misery
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But yo fuck it! How I got to this point
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It ain't no mystery
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It started a long time ago when I wouldn't smile
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Tell me how you gonna make abused child smile
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Watchin' my mom get beated for nathen
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I know i'm next so I sit on the bed
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Just waitin' for pops to come in and started swingin'
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Drunk as a mothafuckin' skunk yellin' and screamin':
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"Boy! Didn't I tell your ass to stay out of my business?
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Now I kill your ass to sleep!"
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This type of shit went on more than three weeks
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Moms got beated while I got black eyes and brused cheeks
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I lose sleep try to think of a way to make it stop
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My only solution: I have to kill pops
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My opportunity came and i felt great
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Pops left the house and forget to grab his 38
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Tonight was the night to make this shit cease
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Grabbed the piece cause after tonight there would finally be peace
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He came on that night drunk as fuck
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lookin' like he been hit by a Mack-truck
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I felt a bit nervous and a little scared
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But I had to put 38 to his head
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He turned and said:
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"Ya ain't even got the guts, nigga!"
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I said: "I love you daddy!"
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And then I pulled the trigga
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His body just felt I know was dead
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I dropped the gun and then I kissed him on the forehead
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My mother started to screamin' and goin' mad
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I thought she was glad but I was wrong my mom was sad
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Police came and I ended up arrested
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This was the genesis of a manic depressive...
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Now gettin' back to the present situation
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Damn, I'm late for work and my boss is a fuckin' jerk
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See, I'm a cook at this little tiny whole in the wall
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You may not heard of it, it's called the burger-pit
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And when I step in it's the same shit every night
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Bustin' my ass 5,50 an hour ain't right
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Fuckin' waitress all she does is bitch
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Then she sweat up on my ass
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Cause I sort of fucked up an order
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Hell! I know it was my fault but why she sweat me
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Talkin' that punk shit, tellin' me why my wife left me
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She know she strike a nerve when my eyes show redness
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I stepped to the bitch and said this:
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"Look, bitch! You better get the fuck out my goddamn drill
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before i slap you to the mothafuckin' floor, bitch!
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What the fuck you're talkin' about?"
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Oh shit, I know she run to tell the boss
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Now he's walkin' over lookin' pissed and talkin' shit:
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"Look here, Joe! You come work everyday late! You're drunk!
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I can't take this no more! You cost me money! You fired!"
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Fuck! I guess it ain't my day
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Just got fired no check and it's friday
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Now what the hell I'm gonna do about the fuckin' rent?
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I'm leavin' out and I don't have a fuckin' cent
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So I went back to my apartment
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What did i notice sticked to my door?
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An eviction notice, I just looked in the stairs as I cramble it up
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Opened and slammed the door madder than a mothafuck
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I started to feelin' like I don't wanna live
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Started to grabbin' the phone and shit
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Tearin' up my fuckin' crib screamin': "Why me?"
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I feel I've been crucified
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Come to thinkin' a thought to commitin' a suicide
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I grabbed the razorblade as you could figure
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A little voice in my head said: "Do it, nigga!"
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Right about then I snapped, then it hit me
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If I'm gonna go, I'm takin' a couple of people with me
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So I wrote a letter to the cops and it said:
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"By the time you read this I allready be dead.
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I can't take this shit no more, In fact it's time to me to get a little
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payback..."
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I surrounded my guns with black handles
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With a grip of fifth of Jack Daniels
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Putted on my armery on tears and take a quick shot
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I think I make a landlord my first stop
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Got me walkin down the hallway to seddle the score
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Cocked the hammer of the nine and knocked on the door:
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"So, it's you! yYou got my money? Shit, where's the rent at?"
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