a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

burdens on my mind/rain - rojelio capone lyrics

[pre*intro]
*beat plays*
*voicemail plays*
see…when grandma passed away, my breaking point hit and i couldn’t take it anymore. i cried for so long because i was too late to see her in time…i spent so much time at work that i should have spent more time with those i loved..but i was nothing more than a failure…a failure of a grandson…a son to my mother…a husband…and a failure to my sister…i failed….i f*cking failed!

[intro]
burdens on my mind heavy*am i really ready tuh suffuh forevuh on dis planet*feel a bit unsteady
*been a f*ck up*prayin’ that i get my luck up
*you were too late to f*ckin’ see her*so she passed away
*shut up
no…runnin’ from blistuhs*yo little sistuh needed you home
*how…could you just leave her to raise a little baby alone
*i’m…disappointed that’s what yo mama been thinkin’
*how her oldest son is twenty and plenty of years he sinkin’
*you drinkin’ is ruinin’ knowledge
*yo peers finish they college
*and you staring at yo wall in yo bedroom a waste of breath
*maybe death will bring happiness*da fact of da mattuh is*p*rno addiction is temporary happiness*maskin’ it
*and you nevuh will make it as a poet so here’s your casket
*pass you the luger so go ahead and blow yo**gun cl!ck*

[v1]
dyin’ of thirst…
*writin’ my verse…
*lookin’ da mirror…
seenuh tombstone*readin’ my name gettin clearer…

how many lies must i tell myself until death gets nearer

shattuhd the mirror*i’m nothin’ more than uh mortal fearer

i swear tuh god that the walls around me whisperin’ somethin’
“you becomin’ suicidal so get f*ckin’ jumpin”
*“you nuffin’*no bluffin’ so pull the trigguh sumthin’ bettuh f*ckin’ push you to da limit until yo cardiac hushin

(think about it)
god don’t exist so how you apologizin’?
to yo grandma cause you ain’t even make yo arrivin’
(think about it)
yo sistuh even wonder why you left no warnin’..
she raise her little son alone without no real supportin’..
(think about it)
even yo mamma don’t get down with yo wife..
you twenty somethin’ and ain’t even startuh f*ckin’ life..
you said that you’d become a rapper and just make it there
you ain’t no rappuh chico show me all that money*where?
[outro]
*breathing*

burdens on my mind heavy*am i really ready tuh suffuh forevuh on dis planet*feel a bit unsteady
*been a f*ck up*prayin’ that i get my luck up
*you were too late to f*ckin’ see her*so she passed away
*shut up (x4)

- rojelio capone lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular