Heartless (feat. The Blair Brothers & Hestina)

Yo If you don't learn from mistakes, you're doomed to repeat 'em I know you heard it before but I feel it's worth repeating I deal with inner demons and have No idea when they're leaving so I keep bobbing and weaving It's a sad cycle and the facts of life distract you from the path that's right Like bad advice from the deacon In my apartment in the dark just drinking With my wag hitch? to a tumble? and sinking Got a toddler but only see her every weekend Cause after two years my baby mom said I'm a heathen Picked up and left one evening, like you're a nightmare Not the man that I thought I saw when I'm dreaming My mother gave up, weary from when people askin how I'm doin' She says stuff that she makes up If this a bad dream than please help me wake up Cause I've taking to much and had enough, so (how can people be so heartless?) Man all I know is My life is like playing poker with the devil Get dough, set back, 'caus he has the decks stack so... (how can people be so heartless?) Man I don't know but I stand tall throw my backs against the wall A cold world is not cool at all... Sometimes I have to lose my mind Cause being insane is terrible when the pain is unbearable And I ain't lying Just tryin'to find a path to get back on track Cause life has been kicking my ass like a hackey sack It's difficult to seek enjoyment with all the people you love You leave with dissapointment And getting up seems pointless in the morning If I can't afford to buy my daughters diaper rash ointment Got warrant so the pigs be oink oinkin' Can't carry ID, I know they will stop me I got a streak for losing But everyday gotta keep a movin Cause world don't stop be Girls be sweatin' the V, just want to carry my seads Still " Lost my love of my life twice, so something ain't right And I need to fix it, instead of bringing my liquor more ice I really need to change my moves So I'm thinking bout changin my tunes so I can regain my groove Cause being a functional alcoholic, what ever you want to call it lately ain't been cool Lost my girl, lost my job, hurt my mom and then left all alone just like a jerk at the prom Day to day I'm fighting,... time, but losing a war like it's Hiroshima verses the bomb I feel like I've been forsaken by satan It's like a bad dream and I'm praying to be awaken Private burdens that feel my back achin Feel my will to live being taken (wait) But they say that quitters never win and winners never quit So instead of slit my wrist I sat and wrote this Cause music is therapeutic, and without it I would lose it, so I use it (get it) And wonder. It's quite simple, really Even the average Joe has problems of his own, that you don't know (here is two promiscuous words) That's real rap, reality rap niggas, real talk