It's Traylormade
I've been feelin' fine on the day to day
Stuck in a place that I can't escape
It's all black and white till I fade to grey
And this pain I can't explain
Y'all want to trade me places
Tripped, threw in my hand, and left the table
But I played the aces
And I feel like I'm stuck in the matrix
Jumped the majors ain't cover the bases
I'm stubborn and angry
Wish someone could save me
Blood is the flood in the way that we came in
And I'm stuck in a maze again
Well, here's Johnny and all y'all can call me crazy
I try to overlook my checkered past
But these voices tend to blame me
And you would think they would help
Or attempt to change
But, the words I write are dangerous
There's something on your mind? You should say it
Another poem piece I created
I hate these words, I hate this beat
But when it's all done, I still replay it
And I know that one day, most likely I'll transgress
And find me a way to explain it
And say that I did it basically on purpose
Or maybe I'm worthless
I find a way to escape, on these 808's that I'm lost in
And I know I'm late on them payments
One day soon my past will cost me
Exhausted
Try to stay on track but I'm off set
I just put up a front like I'm good, everything's fine
That's what I was taught. Shit
My mama was a hustler
My daddy was a rolling stone
And I was caught in the middle
Lost and unforgiven and nowhere to call home
I know my mama was a hustler
I know my daddy was a rolling stone
Cause Lord knows I was caught in the middle
Lost and unforgiven with nowhere to call home
I'm a product of the early nineties culture
When the gangs took over, turned to soldiers
Motivated us to chase the money
No time for love, but love the hustle
That's the reason it's hard to shake hands
With fake friends
Whose skeletons tumble out of dark closets
I might be rotten, but at least I'm honest
And face my problems head on
I'm headstrong and go on
Past altercations that'll break them. But I'm not them
I'm a different breed than a Pomeranian
Octavian to the empire
Resurrected like the bird of fire
Changed man with God's plan
But one push, and he's back to life
In other words, I ain't a killer
But don't push me
Exactly that quote
Wise words to prove my point
But if you need acts, I can give you that
A rusted battle axe still swings the same
Then a clean blade, in a given day
Still penetrate, cuts bleed the same
So don't take my play as a weakened way
Yeah, it's a wicked game
They meant to play
But played with the wrong one, on the wrong day
And switch the game, in the middle of the round
In the middle of the town
Guns out, sundown, draw now and see in the end
Who's getting laid out
My mama was a hustler
My daddy was a rolling stone
And I was caught in the middle
Lost and unforgiven and nowhere to call home
I know my mama was a hustler
I know my daddy was a rolling stone
Cause Lord knows I was caught in the middle
Lost and unforgiven with nowhere to call home
