Dried up passion. Tired of rapping but tied to the habit. I shouldn't, it's forced.
Try to write. Wind up looking at porn. Wish I wouldn't been born.
Cliche rage. 30 years old, full of teenage angst. Cynical. Colder.
No one grows up, they just pretend and get older.
Regrets pile up. Bills past due. Hate your job, but still have two.
This is life. Twist the knife. Try and laugh with your kid.
See the light in his eyes. Know this'll happen to him.
Dimmin'. Potential you lose becomes salt in the wounds.
Death approaching. Time running out. You've figured nothing out.
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