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"Bitter World"

Struggling my past, in my expressions
Running on my last, the deep depressions
Beefing with the bottom I'm so afraid of
And all these problems turning me into an alcoholic
Where did I go wrong, I this can't be life
17 and pregnant that just be right
In love with a man who fucking friend depends on what you like
This bitter
Ah, world is crazy, hate on my babies, gotta receive the sight
Just ask the to give me the strength so they believe was right
And now smooth nigga who to get her home tonight
Infesting the gun and hope that the who come just ain't her type
It's a cold world, keep sweater close
Made it big but seems like family the ones who hate the
That's the damn shame, how dare you your blood
know my real father, how come he drop my love
Why I'm all alone, there's no one to hug
He left me all alone, how could you leave cub
But fuck it I'm a man with or without ass
They ask about my pain, some things I that I had
Just the man above, my mom's considered my dad
She working spending her last, we wanted we had
The struggle created a man, no longer job demands
No of contraband I've failed and let's replan
I've been through hell and back, but still I'm to stand
need a house, so fuck it I bought some land
Dying to be the greatest, but greater comes with
Got my business right, and plus my good
Work my hardest just to say I it out the hood
You fucking right, world
a hundred tears when I see my baby girls
When I see my baby girls,

Sweat and tears, my testimony
Just know the world is yours, ain't right, tony?
Gas prices high, die young
Bad role models, that's what came from
That's what came from
bitter world, my god
Well, well, my god, well,
This bitter earth,
Dear world, dear world, I need you
And know some choices that we made highly undecided
We keep it mind, we giving signs, the time just disregard it
bitter earth, well
Ah, some live in the afraid of the light,
But pain just be departed
The things that I seen I wish it was dreams it seems I'm hardly
Lost a lot of homies a lot of pain
for better nights, slowly they became
I my phone ring, fuck who calling me
I just that it's success who trying to bother peace
Fuck this bitter world, with no
Babies having babies, what could father be
Sick of being tired, and tired of broke
Mama worked too I pray of stroke
Microphone and words, clearly show me
it I'm alone, clearly you should know.
well, well, amen, well bitter earth