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[Hook]
Everyday I wonder who I am, who will I be, where will I go?
What will they write upon my grave?
A free man born as a king, who died as a slave.
[Verse One]
Hey God, I know it's been quite a while
Just know that you've been in my heart through each and every mile
My problems keep building up and it's a pretty big pile
I've been dealing with this [S] so long, ya its been a while
Smile just to let me know that you're okay
I'm just tired of all these games that we do play
There is never really a winner anyway
I want what we used to have, yeah, I want a replay
It was crazy, man all the [S] we would say
Coming back to how we was girl there's just no way
The way you played me you was faker than a toupee
Ole, ole, mess with the bull you get the horns
Girl you so heartless, evil to your [F] core
Same [S] everyday I can't take this [S] no more
Said this [S] was over and you fall down to the floor
Thought you was mine forever but you was just another [W]
So I slit her throat, let her bleed out, please forgive me Lord
More and more drugs, shrug off all this pain
Day after day 1 more pill and I'll go insane
Such crazy thoughts going through my brain
Sold my soul to the Devil now that's to who I pray
Bad memories like movies over and over in my head they play
I try and try but still I cannot get away
I guess I'll have to learn how to live this way.
[Hook]
Everyday I wonder who I am, who will I be, where will I go?
What will they write upon my grave?
A free man born as a king, who died as a slave.
[Verse Two]
I hide behind the shadows of my swollen depression,
I fight inside to protect myself from my own oppression,
I wonder if you have discovered me sad and stressing',
I'm under the covers, hide from your mighty aggression,
I might be struck by lighting for rapping these lyrics,
I just ignore the [S] rumors made by improper critics,
I think its sad watching these chavs and patriot civics,
I'm pretending to be the optimistic guy who lifts spirits,
I just daydream at school, look at the stars and the moon,
I watch you mend the parts of the doom,
I came to rap but MC's think I'm too raw for the booth,
I'm having self-conflicts, breaking your law soon,
I wonder "Is Heaven real or is it a sly lie?"
I know its wrong, I am actually just a shy guy,
I see myself as someone who in 20 years, might die,
I'm losing faith, I'm losing this blind fight,
I have to tell you I sin like a insane satanist,
I never feel this deep but today, I might think like a fatalist,
I always used to look up to you, you were my favorite,
I'm just watching these words twirl like a majorette.
[Hook]
Everyday I wonder who I am, who will I be, where will I go?
What will they write upon my grave?
A free man born as a king, who died as a slave.
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