My Thoughts

Duration

3:38

Genres

Hip-Hop

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Lyrics

Love is a word that I don't say And if I said it most likely I didn't mean it What's the real point of life, because half of the day I’m dreaming? My family never had shit, we Hispanic, is that the reason? Plain life, needs some flavor add some season I'm stuck in this dark stage, surrounded by all these demons I need some help, but nobody is reaching out I hear high pitched sounds, like bad words when they bleeped out Looked everywhere, but never noticed where they coming from People look behind me, but they can't see what I'm running from I run back hoping it leads into the past If I were to pick a spot, than the future would come in last Because I'm only getting older, each and every day that pass Is this bad health permanent, because it’s a pain in ass? Disable to make it known to what is i represent Were my teachers being serious when they stated that I’m intelligent? I don't know, but I highly doubt it F*ck school, I'm over here really thinking I’ll be fine without it I'm working hard; Jaun told me that it'll pay off But stress a full time job with no days off A couple of months ago I was just lost in depression Never leave the people you love, I’m learning my lesson A couple hits of weed, than it becomes an obsession But when you started out, it was just games you was messing How you doing? You said fine, but you forgot mention That you changed back then, you was straight, but now you bended Calling your a homies a b*tch, yeah of course I'm offended In the hotel room like it’s all cool I pretended Y’all were sleeping while I’m up throwing up in the bucket I was acting like I'm fine, but the bad was just tucked in I kept saying that I'm good, but for real I wasn't But y’all my n*gg*s, and I love you, the end of discussion I know a girl and I really think she care about me And to be real, I know she can do better without me Straight fighting, but she always brings up that she love me I told her, the doctor said I have a year to live She sat crying, said Omar please stop lying Not knowing the fact, that at times I feel like I’m dying Sometimes I feel like quitting on rap. Should I stop trying? This shit is getting intense, the more that I keep shining I had a chance to appear on the channel B.E.T. But the image that they showing wasn't really me I got a vision to take all of us, LMT Straight up to the top, prove people wrong, who said we’ll never be I been through a lot of struggles in my lifetime But I seem to be happy once I write rhymes M16 to my head at age nine Fuck the police, my house have been raided a couple of times I lived the hood life in the suburbs No light or hot water, just some hugs from my mother I remember hitting up David’s crib, just to charge my f*cking phone But this is the way we live; no longer have a place to call a home I'm here thinking, reminiscing on what's past tense The doctor asked what's your pain, I said it’s past ten I'm lying if I said I'm happy, that was back then Now I never leave this room, like a beaver in a dark den These f*cking struggles keep coming, like them pills do Will I get addicted to them doctor, I ask you I don’t know, but I'm hoping that I won't Shout-out to my n*gg*s, I hope that I can see you soon Because lately I’ve been down