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"Bitter World"

Struggling my past, in my expressions
on my last, avoid the deep depressions
Beefing the bottom I'm so afraid of fallin
And all these fucking problems turning me an alcoholic
Where did I go wrong, I swear this be life
17 and pregnant that can't be right
In love with a man who fucking your friend on what you like
This earth
Ah, this world is crazy, hate on my babies, gotta the sight
Just ask the to give me the strength so they believe was right
And now smooth nigga who to get her home tonight
Infesting the gun and that the thug who come just ain't her type
It's a cold world, keep your sweater
Made it big but seems like family the ones who hate the
That's the damn shame, how you doubt your blood
Don't know my real father, how come he drop my
Why I'm all alone, there's no one to hug
He me all alone, how could you leave your cub
But fuck it I'm a man with or without ass
ask about my pain, some things I wish that I had
Just thank the man above, my mom's my dad
She spending her last, whatever we wanted we had
The struggle created a man, no longer your job
No thoughts of contraband I've failed and let's
been through hell and back, but still I'm here to stand
Mama need a house, so fuck it I some land
Dying to be the greatest, but greater with patience
Got my right, and plus my mama good
Work my just to say I made it out the hood
You right, bitter world
Cried a hundred when I see my baby girls
I see my baby girls, damn

Sweat and tears, my testimony
Just know the world is yours, ain't right, tony?
Gas prices high, niggas die
Bad role models, that's what that came
That's what that from
bitter world, my god
Well, well, my god, well,
This bitter earth,
Dear world, dear world, I need you
And know some choices that we made were undecided
We keep it mind, we giving them signs, the time just it
bitter earth, well
Ah, some live in the blind of the light,
But pain just be departed
The things that I seen I it was dreams it seems I'm sleeping hardly
Lost a lot of homies endured a lot of
Pray for better nights, slowly became
I hear my phone ring, who calling me
I just that it's success who trying to bother peace
Fuck bitter world, with no apologies
Babies babies, what could your father be
of being tired, and tired of being broke
Mama too hard I pray of stroke
Microphone and words, show me hope
it I'm alone, clearly you should know.
well, well, amen, this bitter earth