Vent

Sometimes I don't gotta chorus, sometimes I don't got shit to say We just tryna find a way outta dis fucking storm I clock in and out a job that I don't wan' talk bout' How the hell is this the fucking norm A thunderstorm, over my head every time I try uncover more The truth a make a nigga feel like he further from shore Further from finding freedom, my niggas burning them trees dem Sedated keep us from treason They use trees that we smoking, accuse us committing treason Labeling you villain Before the truth is revealed that you just depressed I been stuck in this rat race, I'm losing my breathe Sucker niggas getting free throws abusing the ref I'm just using what's left, A nigga on some autopilot and my subconscious be wilding So don't get salty if A brotha act like he don't know he don't know you No a nigga not spoiled, He just tired of conversations wit no substance in em This the shit I cant about So don't be hitting my line saying f*ck is you talking bout Unless it's congratulations Or some sorta salutation or saying I hope you make it Or some sorta booty call, in that order I been supportive of niggas who can't come close to my talent Never hating, that just shit push a nigga way off balance I'm just spitting facts I ain't talking 'bout intellect, I'm just talking bars Always had them bright ideas of dancing with the stars At this point it take more energy to start something new Nah I'm lying, I ain't never gave that shit a thought Call it bitter heart, or stubborn ass nigga Wondering if half you niggas Remember your own dreams Niggas look more depressed than me that shit got me thinking What's worse? The pain from the struggle or the pain from not chasing what comes after it I'm passed this shit Choose ya own destiny, don't blame no one if you crash that shit