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Old 08-08-2013, 08:45 PM   #1
Geno
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Default Getting Over It. (studio ready edit)

what now bitch? what, you think i aint a man out here?
think i dont do whatever it takes to provide for my family?
check this out, you dirty whore..

who are you to judge, i always put my family first
but hard headed, with the hands of a man whos at work
and i rehearsed, the words i would say to you when i'm home
been gone all day, and left you in bed to lay there alone
i'f only i'd known, to busy out there chasing a dream
while you go out on weekends and i enable you cheat
my love for you as fucking crazy as me, psycho insane
bout to abuse every drug at once, fuck it -lighten the pain
before i die i'd like to explain, to all the friends that i have
that i ain't never been this depressed, or mentally black
afraid i'll never be back, thats the straw it was broke with
co-workers catch me crying, like you ok dog -you chokin?
are you jokin, i hope they ain't real tears nigga -be tough
i said nah, just noticed my babies momma isn't in love
these bitches is nuts, you the hardest workin kid in the biz
at that moment, i realized who the fucking idiot is....
they say its money over bitches, but the bitch is the grind
a mans weakness is his greed, please forgive me for mine
or give me a sign, a black eye -or run me down with a truck
been on my ass my whole life, im fucking bound to get up
i've been fouled -i've been punched, i can stomach defeat
but this karma that im eating, it just doesn't agree..
end of the mutha fucking week, round the fourth of july
feeding me lines, like your time's more important than mine
no one forced you to lie, i know your patterns and shit
you act like a bitch, and blame me when i actully flip
i'm rather convinced, that you just havnt forgotten me
but i just can't forgive anymore weak ass apologies
though id probably, take you right back circumstantially
if you drop child support, so that you can't abandon me
my beliefs are based on this family, always ready to build
its just hard to breath life, into whats already been killed
guilt, from some you love me shit back into you hate me
accepted you as my lady, connected here through our baby
hoping that maybe, if i fall back you'll be able to grow some
takes one to know one, immature ideas -trying to show love
but im done, this time i learned what could never be taught
let the love go, if comes back n leaves then forever its lost
exhaust, let some steam off in the booth and release..
the truth is a beast, im just glad its over now -truly at peace.

you always think its gonna be sooo easy to just up and walk away..
until you realize love is impossible to turn your back on.. fuck it, listen

loving you is an eternity spent, just burning to death
but i can never get enough, when its concerning the sex
im lucifer in the flesh, obsessed with these devilish horns
thats why my forehead is adorn, with tormented decor
its pure mental reform, just to handle your blows
a hard soldier of love grows, romancing the stone
your romantically cold, go from hot passion to frigid
but get back to the business, and pls stop asking forgiveness
a week passes in minutes, and i'm practically healed
my scar tissue appears, but your patterns revealed
a crack in the shield collapses as the spider embarks
but your webs not as hard, as the fucking fighter it caught
i'm inside of your heart, wishing i was simply the one
but my name isn't whats sitting on the tip of your tongue
sick with disgust, but trust me when you get in the ride
cause when i drive, you'll get dropped off dead or alive
i try, but when you leave i always fall and i'm crushed
when i get up you just return ....and i fall into love
deep and dark in the crust, im looking for beauty in this
but im stupid as shit, cause i don't know what beautiful is
but i do get the gist, until i find the truth im'a strive
cause in my eyes, everything i ever knew is a lie
its been removed and im blind, i try to focus the light
but everyday i wanna die, is this supposed to be life?


i know i know, sounds like the same song and dance right?
but yo, who knows.. this might be my final farewell..

maybe this is it, our differences'll never be the same
baby this is sick, picture this -my dilemma be to change
i remember me the way we met, when you left i adapted
had this attachment, fatal attraction made us famous for passion
our baby was hatchin', funny how that didn't make me supportive
i paid for abortion, if we had a baby now -no way we'd afford it
you we're crazy for more dick, and the kitten was righteous
a literal flight risk, i wasn't living right in the midst of excitement
another kid was invited, had a little girl despite symptoms and habits
didn't give a shit -didn't matter, to deep inside the mixture of madness
but the big picture is massive, and i couldn't see most of my faults
went hard as fuck for my beliefs, when i'm supposed to be soft
cause my coaches were wrong, so my approach was a fail
laughing at the idiots who got caught, until i showed up in jail
my time was slow -i prevailed, upon release i had nothing
couldn't steal or be a thief, fucking police we're accustomed
looking at me like im bluffin, but i ain't fakin -i'm changin'
i had to make an arrangement, and left the neighborhood vacant
ex old lady was hatin', sayin' you'll never see our baby again
told her to shut the fuck up, that ain't no way to pretend
i put the gauge to her head until she ate what she said -psyche
no fucking way i would end life, before my scars get to mend right
i know i'm hard in my head christ, but you should pardon my pain
cause if you havn't noticed yet, i tried my hardest to change
i know i'm partly to blame, for how i'm playin my cards
but the hand i was dealt sucked, and the table was hard
had to crawl my whole life -at 28 i could walk, im finaly 31
i watched a lot of people die that were certainly young
but returning to us, im just a man whos been lied to
trying to comb the curves straight, but my brush isn't fine tooth
i ain't rushin' to find you, but heres a fraction of me
trashin a beat, projecting through the future fore the past intervenes
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