Hold up let me hit my Hypnotic Record, aight you rollin'? I'd just like to take a minute to apologize to my listeners I just wanna say I'm sorry for not havin' any songs about Happiness or bein' in peace and shit like that See I can only display my personal feelings and experiences And so far I ain't felt what happiness feels like Or experienced anything but hard times and heartache So I apologize for not makin' you dance I apologize for not havin' any sarcastical songs You know that good feelin' with 'em that put a smile on your face I ain't had nothin' to offer accept for frowns So for that I'm sorry I promise if I could sing another song, I would I wish I could tell you my life is good but it's not I wish Missouri city runners were cold but they're hot So many situations to deal with I can't concentrate a hundred homies and everyone is fake How can I make it out the ghetto it won't let me go Seems like every time I do a good deed, good deeds never return to 'Ro I gave up my last so somebody could have a start Then somebody got me locked behind bars What a way to show ya love back, homie you a friend for life For your crime I'm doin' time in the Penn tonight It's bad enough I lost a family, my luck ain't live Mama died when I was 6 and Daddy ain't have enough time To kick it with me like I wanted him to kick it with me Now that I'm incarcerated you wanna come and visit with me But I ain't holdin' no grudges Daddy, I love you that's my word Even though you had me sleepin' on a curb I wish I had another song These are the days, these are the days We cherish them because soon they'll be gone away Soon they'll be gone away, on to another place Pretty soon I'll be gone Twenty sum odd years of calling God on this mobile phone If it wasn't for my life style, I'd sing another song I wish that I was ridin' around in a Bentley But maybe Z-Ro livin' lavish just ain't meant to be 'Cause I'm the type of fella that'll give a bum a hundred dollars I'd rather help out my people instead of poppin' my collar I wish that I could get a million copies sold If I'm broke I'd rather die, I don't want no more poverty growing old Sometimes I wish that I was somebody else 'Cause I can't even pay bills even though my CD's won't stay on the shelf Strugglin' and I'm strivin' and just barely survivin' Bobbin' and weavin' my last breathe time after time And it seems that I won't ever get no rest, I'm exhausted Tryna make it compare the price and pain is what the cost is Maybe if I was evil I'd be rolling in bread Until somebody with a pistol come and opened my head But my mission is keepin' ambition I'm trying so hard even though my soul is scarred Oh Lord, I wish I had another song These are the days, these are the days We cherish them because soon they'll be gone away Soon they'll be gone away, on to another place Pretty soon I'll be gone Twenty sum odd years of calling God on this mobile phone If it wasn't for my life style, I'd sing another song I wish that I could sing another song but my rhythm is too much pain Sunshine is the level that I think I'm on, so tell me why it's so much rain? Day to day, it's a struggle in my lifetime To keep from trippin' I be stayin' in the trees No crimes committed, so tell me why I'm doin' time? And won't nobody come and set a nigga free Sometimes at night I smoke a cig and sit back And wonder why the whole world hate me So much [Incomprehensible] I just gotta pull my wig back Wishin' murder would come on and take me I wish that I could sing another song I'm tired of sleepin' in rivers of tears all night long No point in wonderin' why my people choose to do me wrong Stuck in this reality until my life is over and gone These are the days, these are the days We cherish them because soon they'll be gone away Soon they'll be gone away on to another place Pretty soon I'll be gone Twenty sum odd years of calling God on this mobile phone If it wasn't for my life style, I'd sing another song
