Moral of the Story
Ah-em
Baby mama say I ain't shit
Make a nigga feel like shit
Talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it
I just hope I die for a reason
They probably won't miss me 'til they need me
Have problems with admittin' that
They need me, lord
I'm talkin' 'bout some real life shit
Goodbye letter, "Dear Life" shit
Way too concerned to be conceited
I live and I learn, then die tryna teach 'em
Lord die tryna reach 'em
They care more about how much I leave 'em
Where'd I leave it?
I hope I left more of an impression
And all of my blessings for
My kids and Miss Cita, lord
Just got off the phone with my son
Told him, "You're a son of a gun"
Just got off the phone with my daughter
Told her, "I won't hesitate to
Fuck a young nigga up", lord
My new bitch left me
She said she felt too disrespected
It made no sense to me
But not to the people closest to me
And that's why she left my smile just left
Can't lie though, I tried though
I'll die tryin', that's a common death
We was such a team, we was chasin' our dreams
Then it stopped, now I'm outta breath
Now they try to tell me I need rest
And I’ll find love again, I ain't find it yet
Oh, but I guess it is what it is
As it appears, oh shit
There go the tears, there go the drank
There go the pills, you know the drill
Sometimes I fear who in the mirror
That nigga weird
He done died so many times and still here
Why am I here? Dear Life
What is my reason? What am I here for
That's the question?
My children, that was easy so easy
Sometimes our loved ones don't love us
I'm fuckin' more than I'm makin' love
Sometimes I make my rubber wear a rubber
I just tell my lady, "Nothing's easy"
Even though I make it look easy
But understand looks are deceiving
Lookin' like I'm lookin' for some grievance
'Cause I been through way too much
Don't wanna think about it
Cranky 'bout it, gotta drink about it
Gotta synchronize it, tranquilize it
Doctor ain't prescribin' what
He ain't realizin'
Pain inside me got me thinkin' 'bout me
Tryna hang my body, sanctifyin'
I'm a gangsta dyin' 'cause all gangsters die
I can't deny it, you can't tame my lion
I'm a angry lion hangin' by a string
I can't describe it
Feel like a anchor tied to my finger
Got me sinkin' to the bottom of my drink
I know a lotta niggas think
I got a lotta niggas
There's strength in numbers but
There's honor over strength
I talked to God the other day
He say he got a nigga
So, I look death up in her
Eye and then I wink it's way too real
The shit I'm talkin' way, way too real
I hope it gave you chills
The dirt under your feet could
Be the grave you fill
You don't know how dead you feel
'til you're dead for real
Gettin' high after I paid the bill
Lower than a Navy SEAL
Show up with them Navy guns
I hope somebody prayin' for 'em
Price tag, no mistake
Somebody payin' for 'em
Ice bath when my face numb, no expression
What's the life expectancy when
You don't expect shit?
Mama told me, "Fuck the world and
Be so aggressive be so fluorescent
Watch these hoes 'cause they so obsessive"
I don't get too high to look over blessings
Never come in second
Make the most of your seconds
They so precious 'Cause if we could buy time
Every store would sell it
If you want me to read your mind
Need correct spelling i keep it real
Niggas better keep it copacetic
Where the weed? I feel like
I'm gettin' a sober headache
Lookin' in the mirror at the
One that know me better
I was too busy to talk
I wrote an open letter dear Life
What is my meaning? My reason?
That's the question i ask the reader
God bless the reader dear Life
What is my meaning? My reason?
That's the question