Intro: Yeah crazy ups and downs you know what I'm sayin'? Crazy how the world runs word up. Check it out. Bring it on. Hook: Lord I try to keep positive but this life is full of strife And I'm tired of trying to conquer it Lord always thinking negative what will go wrong will go wrong Until the beast in me vanishes Verse 1: First of all I was born under a bad sign confinded to torcher Never saw what life had to offer Time slips away like pop singles on the radio Chino never had the doe, I was determined though Sabotaged at birth, cursed by an evil angel to strangle My aspirations from every angle From a street corner to a demo deal from Warner Hardcore performer, crowd warmer, thought it was on but it wasn't I never got no budget, stuck like a glue trap It goes to prove that Being the greatest lyricist can't paint the full picture It's a full mixture, I can't get no, no satisfaction Like being blind watching a movie with no closed caption I need some time to ease my mind, I'm bested Fuck Mr. Wendal my Development is Arrested All I wanted to do was rock with my fast ass And blast past the mass, collect quick cash Did what I did best create, but began to hate All these flake music people makin' artists wait But I'm a be up there one day And soon to slam wax innovate rhymes that my fans consume I view this world through my notepad Thus expanding my vocab to win, till then, it's all bad Hook (x2) Verse 2: When I was merely a sophmore, went to Atlanta on a false tour This ain't what I prayed so hard for Dreams broken into individual particles like porcelain Figurings attached to me like barnacles Now I'm suppose to be happy like Bobby McFerrin Keep faith, the only thing holy is the drawers I'm wearin' 89' I aimed to graduate, no exaggerate Evaporating positive energy from inside of me To the point where my love for God no more provides for me Of course lost pride, obviously the force rides To paradise nobody invites but puts the Bill Of Rights 1430 SAT proving ya, I'm a spick that'll die respective like Rahoul Julia So cease with, all that street shit Expect MC from Chi kid, you gets the wicked priest shit Until I see fit, to open my life strife like the pearly gates of heaven For ? entertainment this is my expression Prepare wealth and I'll share self, maybe I can help But I'm lost but I be large anywhere else The ill eagle, twisted, war novelist The problem swallowed us, it takes an activated mind to follow this And true to realm to be ourselves, not to follow a fad or give in to trends Till then, it's all bad Hook (x2) Verse 3: Unanswereed prayers plays the background, I pull my baseball caps down I hide the tracks of my tears from rapping peers I finally got on and soon he wasn't a moment to I lose my mind, I lose my friends, my daughter and a coma too I'm going through a strange tug of war inside my mental wall Record just went platinum, I'm slapping 'em, I'll show you all Cover of Rolling Stones, Vibe even TV Guide Was filming my first movie in L.A. when I heard my baby died Shook it off without a thought that she was beautiful Soul Train Awards I go to not my daughters funeral I stay drunk and high like I'm imperial Surrounded by more white groupies than a Rakim video Now life's a tour to me, except the way I was rejected formally Disrespected neighborhoods I know supported me It's eating me, suicide attemps repeatedly What I worked so hard for, ultimately is defeating me I'm paranoid my own mom can't avoid being a tabloid So she wasn't shocked when my baby flopped Caught in the industry, spending money feverishly Now I'mve been robbed, I can't believe my laywers