Lyrics

Verse #1

I?M TIRED

I?m tired of the pain that I?m going through
I?m tired of people pointing fingers at me and you
I?m tired of being judged without a jury
They just don?t know how close I am to me showing my fury
How many times I gotta say leave me alone
How many times I gotta pray to the lord to take me home
How many times, how many times, how many times
I gotta tunnel my pain through a rhyme
I can write nine books with the mess I?ve been through
As a matter of fact I think that?s what I?m gone do
Express my emotions feeling and thoughts
And don?t care what nobody think, It?s my book you bought
I live my life like a open book anyway
I aint ashamed of the thangs that done came my way
I gotta let go so I could be free
Now I?m a express the thangs that been bothering me.

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I?m tired of the rat race, of the smiling face, all you people who hate and those that?s fake!
I?m tired of the police harassing me, and all the other homies in these crazy streets!
I?m tired of the baby mama drama, frontin? and flossin?, tryin? to stick you for a dollar, comma!
I?m tired of working day to day without pay, can you feel the words that say!


Verse #2

If you just looked in the mirror you will see yourself
No need to worry about my health, my wealth or nothing else
You all in my finance wondering what I have
Or don?t is he broke, ha that a joke

Or is it that?s my business it?s none of yours
So I?ll just close the door and ignore
Ya comments and opinions about me
Cause Nair one of yall niggas got dominion over me
Am I angry, no - but I used to be
Now a days I just chill and laugh with no misery
At times I get frustrated, aggravated
But I turn the other cheek and I know you hate it
Imma frown now and imma smile later
Cause I?m a soldier like a raider it?s greater later
Now mind your own, leave mine alone,
and listen to my plea as I bring this song

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Verse #3

I?ve been a ghetto super star for most of my life
Love and respect from the streets now its time to do it right
And take it to the next level
Don?t mind the smiling faces cause now I?m a rebel
Hollywood aint nothing but a word to me
Call in the doctor cause this is an emergency
A surgery is what I need please, it aint no cure for this disease so freeze
It?s called realism and it?s killing me
But I would rather die from this than being fony
Oh yes I?m sick with it and it won?t let me loose
It?s flowing through my veins to my brain (what) truth
I?m exhausted with your lies and fony alibis
Plottin? to take me down but this still do or die
I feel like Michael Jackson in a world of his own
Maybe I?ll be free if ya?ll just leave me alone!

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