Trpl-Z - Dedicated Lyrics

Late again
Bill's are red
Past due
Piled on the side of the bed
Try to hide in my head
Dreading the time I spent
Cashing checks
Skinny and hungry
So I can't flex
Daily struggles and troubles
Just double and triple
Try to cripple
Lying vying for acquittal
They belittle
People like hammer and sickle
Beat em like para-diddles
And feed em kibble
Think like Malcolm
Never middle
What's left?
After rent and light
Not living right
Cause times is tight
Work day and night
No time to fight
Backed up like dykes
Dammed up in spite
Child support, going to court
No sports cheerleaders in shorts
Last resort
Sleeping on a Davenport
Samples at the food court
Stand tall but I fall short
No name or voice to complain
Choice to be made
Rejoice in your lane
Or
Strain through the pain
Like Cain living in shame
Bullet kissing the brain
Wishing your young again
Sail away to a better time
Passing you by
Clear in your mind
Its Crystalline
Getting cut in the lunch line
Punched in the spine
Milk spilled, shirt peeled
Smile killed soaking in lime
Pushed down the stairs
And beat bare without a care
Because of the way you wear your hair
I'm getting up just to get down
Happiness found when
Feelings get drowned
In drinking and sounds
It's cheaper to die than live out your life
Because we paying the price
And playing in vice
Grabbing the mic device
Peter piper leading a line of mice
Eyes front not thinking twice
It's difficult to think ahead
Depression comes around again
When alone in the bed
Sadness swelling
Mapping my soul
Just like Magellan
Sunken in blue
And drowning in holes
Feels at any given moment i will lose control
Every drinking sonnet and every lost poem
The costs bold
Land of the lost tomes
Feel cold
Emotionless like rock stone
Strive and push on
Until each new dawn
Keep the embers lit
Until the rains gone
Fire inside
Swelling with pride
Sea side spitting rhymes
Until I fade away with time
Nobody cares when you're depressed
People stare, the lights blare, pressure piled upon your chest
With nothing left
Life is a mess
Promises kept
My final rest
Causes of life stress
Singing songs screaming at the black sky
The times steady passing by
Wondering why
Succumbing to the lies
Of lovers with side eyes
So now I
Stand alone
In rain
Steady praising the most high
No pain
And no gain
No lames in my lane
Z is on the way

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