Near Death

Woke up, wrong side of the bed, pretty upset Rolled some weed, gotta clear my head Might go pop a bottle instead Fed up, I gotta get my bread up, Ben Franklin, lookin' for the key that I need to go and make some Make way, boy's out here makin' bacon Shakin' up the game, ain't fakin' Say that I won't make it, but I know who I am, no mistakin' Got a voice and a message, someone you shouldn't mess with, if you're on my good side, it's a blessing I'm reckless, pent up aggression that's been building up for years, maybe I should see a therapist But I'm broke so I'm pissed and I'm pissed so you stupid motherfuckers keep on adding to my list Murders kinda hard to resist but I won't do life if I use two fists This music's abusive But it helps me get it out when I been steady goin' through shit Sometimes life's stupid So find the people you can trust when you know you're 'bout to lose it Douchebag, and the shoe fits But I won't ever be the pussy to go smackin' 'round with loose lips Mouth shut, super-glued it Grateful that I'm still alive and I'm lucid I got pretty damn close And I woulda got it done, that's 100, no rope I almost slipped, like woah, hate math but you won't need "Y" to find my slope Lost hope, then I found it Think it happened once the pistol hit my mouth Everybody's got shit, we must handle it right Stop comparing yourself, you must get up and fight We really gotta learn to shake it off We really gotta learn to look past our past cuz it's gone But remember so you don't repeat the wrong The lessons that we learn should be observed and taken note of along It's a road that goes fast or for long Sometimes it's our choice but most often, it's up to the Gods At least we're humans and not little frogs We're free to do basically anything within the law But sometimes it's a blast to go f*ck up the law Throwing wrath at some punk, hit his jaw, then it drops to the floor Blaring Drowning Pool, you know the song, bounce your head back and forth like it's pong Off the wall You're the ball, I'm the dog You're washed up, we can backdate the log, way before playing BOG, talkin' CoD You've been fishy forever, so tart, and it's been from the jump, that's the start