Moral To The Story

Baby momma 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 ‘till 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 leave more of an impression
And all of my blessings for my kids and Ms. 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 but still here
Why am I here?

Dear Life
What is my reason?
What am I here for? That’s the question
Hmm, my children
That was easy, so easy, uh

Loved ones say I don’t love ‘em
Make a nigga feel like nothin’
A bitch said we never make love
Make a nigga feel like fuckin’
I just tell my kids: Nothing’s easy
Even though I make it look easy
But understand looks are deceiving
Smokin’ all this motherfuckin’ weed
‘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 a 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
And I’m higher than a cable bill, lower than a Navy SEAL
Show up with them Navy guns
I hope somebody prayin’ for ‘em
Price tag, no mistakes, 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
And I never leave my grind, that bitch so magnetic
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
Hmm, my children
That was easy, so easy
Yeah