Griff
02-19-2003, 02:32 AM
(to "Street Life" beat by Mobb Deep)
This is my life, a story of long struggle and strife/
Since '89 the script was flipped, had me cryin at night/
Mom was never at home, cause the fi-nances were tight/
I fought myself inside, I tried, but it just wasn't right/
How could she go from always home, bein my back-bone/
To me alone, things unknown, Pops seein a passed-zone/
Feelin' grown, he's a drone, needs me sewn to the fast-phone/
Never shown, to be prone, even though I was flak-blown/
All these emotions commotions had me run rapid and rampid/
Holes in my head, old man's sick and I didn't understand it/
He's pscizophrenic, tends to panic when most peeps wouldn't fret it/
I let it get to me, I tried so hard to forget it; sheddin'/
Tears in my eye, flowing fears as I lie/
Mental processes fried, as I'm jottin these rhymes/
Maybe I'll still get by, find the strength from inside/
But right now I'm behind, so the future's inclined/
At least I've tried/
This is my life, a story of long struggle and strife/
Since '89 the script was flipped, had me cryin at night/
Mom was never at home, cause the fi-nances were tight/
I fought myself inside, I tried, but it just wasn't right/
How could she go from always home, bein my back-bone/
To me alone, things unknown, Pops seein a passed-zone/
Feelin' grown, he's a drone, needs me sewn to the fast-phone/
Never shown, to be prone, even though I was flak-blown/
All these emotions commotions had me run rapid and rampid/
Holes in my head, old man's sick and I didn't understand it/
He's pscizophrenic, tends to panic when most peeps wouldn't fret it/
I let it get to me, I tried so hard to forget it; sheddin'/
Tears in my eye, flowing fears as I lie/
Mental processes fried, as I'm jottin these rhymes/
Maybe I'll still get by, find the strength from inside/
But right now I'm behind, so the future's inclined/
At least I've tried/