Official Hec - Jaded Lyrics

They never understood me
Chip off the old block
Chip on my shoulder
Might just spray up the whole block
Anger and emotion cause commotion in my mental state
Hell is the prison that I'm held in in my mental cage
From early days of horseplay, the worse way to grow up
To have ill emotion bottled up until you blow up
I'm an angry motherf*cking kid
Think of shit that I done did
Think of shit that I done said
Then tell me what the problem is
I ain't got no outlet, no route that
Can take me away from frustration
Pain and anger won't escape me
My demons creeping up and I can't push them to the side
Because I tend to talk to Satan way more than I speak to God
It's f*cked up. Rap the only way that I can say this
But I'm wrapped up in my temper, time bomb ticks with hatred
I blow up and I'm rash now, ain't afraid to lash out
You hurt me And I hurt you either way we assed out
F*ck it. Learned to deal with things the violent way
Cuz I need my respect and imma go out there and find a way
To show all these niggas that I ain't the one
Be it Hell or high water or the barrel of the gun
By any means, it's all extreme, take any opportunity
To prove a point,that I should not
To prove a point that I would pop
A point to prove a point to prove
Everything I got to lose
Is everything that I can gain
And everything I'm going through
Is just preparing me
To see the world with clarity
Shit ain't picture perfect, when it is, that's a rarity
False that's a fantasy, a dream for when you fast asleep
Hiding from reality, wishing that your life could be
Anything, except for what the f*ck it is
Yea the grass ain't always greener but this grass here looks like piss
Ain't no hope for growth, no rain all drought
And very little faith, it's All pain all doubt
My momma pass the blame and I just wanna pass the blame
But something running through my brain say maybe I'm the one to blame
Maybe this shit here my fault
Maybe this shit here is not
Or Maybe it's your fault that this shit got to where it got
But pointing all these fingers ain't gone point to resolution
Just conflict,confrontation,arguments and no solution
I don't see no future in us doing what we're doing
But It is what it it is so imma just keep it moving

I keep it moving, ain't no stressing what I'm doing
I take it on the head brush it off and keep it moving
Lived my life at the crossroads
Now it's time to cross those
When it's said and done just say a prayer for my lost soul