Desperate

Yeah Bring the drums in Uh, yeah A 1-2, yeah Yeah, what the fuck am I supposed to do? Yeah, supposed to do Check it out, uh Listen I'm in my flat flat broke, black smoke The voice in the back of my mind's eyes have hope I have rope, I could end it all feelin' that Local rapper found hanging from a ceiling fan That would be the easy way out though But what would that amount to apart from a outro It's not what I'm about yo, I'm never for shortcuts A taken life is never right, that's something the lord does Sortin' through these past dues, my choices led to bad moves No soap in the bathroom, I don't want to hustle but I have to Back to the drawing board Zip locks stock up on what the clients want I am taught but I won't listen Self-destructive sort of like I want to fail But what I want to feel isn't what moves me Why I grab a pen and stick to this loose-leaf So what the fuck are we supposed to do? What the fuck are we supposed to do? Don't even have a rope to hold on to So what the fuck are we supposed to do? Come on No way out for us to make that move So what the fuck are we supposed to do? What the fuck are we supposed to do? Tell me what are we supposed to do? While these motherfuckers pop bottles I'm taking pop bottles back into the store so I can get some Top Ramen What the fuck they know about that rock-bottom Everyone I know is feeling down-trodden Everyone I know is still all about robbin' I'm not talkin' 'bout a stick up, uh I'm talkin' liftin' up that drawer before that afternoon pick-up Shattering that tax bracket you sick of On some get up, get out and get some this shit, come on The mind wanders when you're poverty-stricken And only hope you're holding on to is a lottery ticket Bills piling up so don't see you smiling much Start thinking of some violent stuff Like umm, why the fuck don't I just get a pint of some rum A nine and tuck it between my teeth and say good-bye I'm done Economy is down and suicides are up We rather die by a gun than let this world be the death of us This world'll fuck you and expect you just to smile through it Waking up is a reminder thinking why do it They wonder why these motherfuckers snap One minute a family man until he's walking in that planet He's thinking, where the fuck's my overtime? Last resorts become solutions to a sober mind An empty bottle list the fucking demands like "Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?" Yeah, feeling like there's one way out of this hole Feel the weight of the world, your hate feeling out of control Either I'mma see the light or the light'll burn out No mistake though it's never too late to turn around Turnin' out to be a catch 2-2 Not a stretch for me to fetch the 2-2 I know that's a bit theatrical But this poison is pungent, it's just so suspect How much I've been avoiding the subject