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"Bitter World"

Struggling my past, in my expressions
on my last, avoid the deep depressions
Beefing the bottom I'm so afraid of fallin
And all these fucking problems turning me an alcoholic
Where did I go wrong, I swear this be life
17 and pregnant that can't be right
In love with a man who fucking your friend depends on what you
bitter earth
Ah, this world is crazy, hate on my babies, receive the sight
ask the lord to give me the strength so they believe was right
And now smooth nigga who trying to get her home
the gun and hope that the thug who come just ain't her type
It's a world, keep your sweater close
it big but seems like family the ones who hate the most
That's the damn shame, how dare you doubt your
Don't know my real father, how come he my love
Why I'm all alone, there's no one to hug
He left me all alone, how could you your cub
But fuck it I'm a man with or your ass
ask about my pain, some things I wish that I had
Just thank the man above, my mom's my dad
She spending her last, whatever we wanted we had
The struggle a man, no longer your job demands
No thoughts of I've failed and let's replan
I've been through hell and back, but still I'm to stand
Mama need a house, so it I bought some land
Dying to be the greatest, but comes with patience
Got my business right, and my mama good
my hardest just to say I made it out the hood
You right, bitter world
Cried a hundred tears when I see my baby
When I see my baby girls,

Sweat and tears, this my
Just know the world is yours, ain't right, tony?
Gas prices high, niggas die
Bad role models, that's what that came
That's what that from
This world, my god
Well, well, my god, well,
This earth, well
world, dear world, I need you undivided
And know some choices that we made highly undecided
We keep it mind, we giving them signs, the just disregard it
This bitter earth,
Ah, some live in the afraid of the light,
But pain can't be departed
The things that I seen I wish it was dreams it seems I'm sleeping
Lost a lot of homies a lot of pain
Pray for better nights, 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, no apologies
Babies having babies, what your father be
Sick of being tired, and tired of broke
Mama too hard I pray of stroke
Microphone and words, clearly show me
Without it I'm alone, clearly you know.
well, well, amen, well bitter earth