Desperate (Explicit)

Yeah

Bring the drums in

Uh yeah

A 1 2 yeah

Yeah what the *****am I supposed to do

Yeah supposed to do

Check it out uh

Listen

I'm in my flat flat broke last smoke

The voice in the back of my mind's eyes have hope

I have rope I could end it all feelin' that

Local rapper found hanging from a ceiling fan

That would be the easy way out though

But what would that amount to apart from a outro

It's not what I'm about yo I'm never for shortcuts

A taken life is never right that's something the lord does

Sortin' through these past dues my choices led to bad moves

No soap in the bathroom I don't want to hustle but I have to

Back to the drawing board

Zip locks stock up on what the clients want

I am taught but I won't listen

Self destructive sort of like I want to fail

But what I want to feel isn't what moves me

Why I grab a pen and stick the tip to this loose leaf

So what the *****are we supposed to do

What the *****are we supposed to do

Don't even have a rope to hold on to

So what the *****are we supposed to do come on

No way out for us to make that move

So what the *****are we supposed to do

What the *****are we supposed to do

Tell me what are we supposed to do

While these mother*****ers pop bottles

I'm taking pop bottles back into the store so I can get some top ramen

What the *****they know about that rock bottom

Everyone I know is feeling down trodden

Everyone I know is still all about robbin'

I'm not talkin' 'bout a stick up uh

I'm talkin' liftin' up that drawer before that afternoon pick up

Shattering that tax bracket you sick of

On some get up get out and get some this s**t come on

The mind wanders when you're poverty stricken

And only hope you're holding on to is a lottery ticket

Bills piling up so don't see you smiling much

Start thinking of some violent stuff

Like umm why the *****don't I just get a pint of some rum

A nine and tuck it between my teeth and say good bye I'm done

Economy is down and suicides are up

We rather die by a gun than let this world be the death of us

This world'll *****you and expect you just to smile through it

Waking up is a reminder thinking why do it

They wonder why these mother*****ers snap

One minute a family man until he's walking in that plant

He's thinking where the *****'s my overtime

Last resorts become solutions to a sober mind

An empty bottle list the *****ing demands like

Hey joe where you going with that gun in your hand

Yeah feeling like there's one way out of this hole

Feel the weight of the world your hate feeling out of control

Either I'mma see the light or the light'll burn out

No mistake though it's never too late to turn around

Turnin' out to be a catch 2 2

Not a stretch for me to fetch the 2 2

I know that's a bit theatrical

But this poison is pungent it's just so suspect

How much I've been avoiding the subject