Runnin’

Runnin

Pin to the face and now I’m tip toeing
Been it all along but never been knowing
Exposed, soul has been showing
All this time, but yet the clock is still going
If I live to tell...
Nah I guess I lived to fall
Now I just want it all...
Everyone’s backs turned
Like a white cross on my lawn was just burned
It’s been about a month now I been back smoking that piff
I think someone just slept me again... got stuck, stupid, and stiff
Fuck you, your cousins, your auntie and that next to be sponsor
Cause it’s been 3 decades now and you not thinking where we once were
(Me neither)
I know better now than to trust anyone in the dark
But I’m not living better now unless I make my mark (I want millions)
You can’t begin to comprehend what I’ve been thru
But I guess you comprehend better me than you
I know it’s not your bitch
But yeah I thought my birthdays were finally back too but once again I must’ve missed the pitch
Ain’t life a bitch...
it’s a game though right? A pitch... cause It’s like a game?
Cause life never not been so serious for me - and nah I doubt he called me lame
“And the arguments getting loud”...
I wish I could remember just one
And maybe then I can trust that number over that gun
Yeah... this is so much fun
And in everything that was withheld from me
The worst of it all was the 9x my sanity
Nah it wasn’t the worst... it was losing my family - TWICE
I don’t need or want a flow but you ain’t tipping shit - I know they all vice
I also know whose been naughty and nice
I don’t need a partner I was 3 days into this world all alone
I don’t give a fuck about you, that ring, that case or a thrown
I just thought we were grown
Maino won, soldier of love battle and I ain’t ever stepping back on that field
I’ll be a thot, I got a good head on my shoulders, and all I know is how to keep it real
But I still don’t know how to feel
I asked God a dumb question, why I don’t know how to make love
And then shit flipped around so quick and I was sick and I guess it’s all the things that it’s made of?
Keep that shit, I’ll recover in an amount of time too
I bet you precisely the point I let go of you
But it’s just something my culture won’t let me do
And this shit right here isn’t gonna be some game of clue
I saw from the back... they have no remorse for the attack...
it’s like god smacked me (again too)

Why can’t I just be happy and bake cookies and shit
Run up on for any charge you find in the words that I spit
I know my words not Bible but if you wanna stay alive you better learn where to step
And I’ll tell you thru it all, all my decisions, there isn’t one I regret
Except forgiveness... too much and too many times so god told me I only have to now once
A disciple means student but nah I never expected to be your class dunce

(I still don’t know what the difference is living to die or dying to live)