hip hop heavy metal

it's just another lonely morning

another day of sorrow

another day gets started waiting for tomorrow

now i'm just sitting in my bedroom the gaps in the curtains

a little light gets through but now i know for certain

i'm like an nocturnal creature staring at the ceiling

they say that i'm a preacher when really i'm revealing

the way you should of lived life hustling

stealing

would let the stresses of his childhood make him turn sick

just let bygones be bygones let the past live

but now i gotta ask the question what type of a prick

and this is just the life i know

just another lonely morning

you don't know bout the struggle i was born in

i didn't wanna do wrong

and this is just the way i roll

messing up the life god gave me

i just pray that i never go crazy

i didn't wanna do wrong

i am just another ghetto child

freedom of thought freedom of speech

who reconcile he who believes

but these days man wear crosses and rosary beads

but still show no remorse when they roll on the streets

now i'm just another nigga that sounds cold on a beat

tryna make it in this hard world of hopes and deceit

i'm gritting my teeth same time touching this heat

i was born to be deep

now i'm stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea

i live in rebel i was destine to see hmp

but i came

i saw

i conquered

and now look no wonder mc's are hatin on me

coz i'm to ghetto for the good to good for the ghetto

to clever for the hood so hood i'll never settle

now i'm sitting in my bedroom drinking amaretto

and i think i'm gonna call this track hip hop heavy metal

and this is just the life i know

just another lonely morning

you don't know bout the struggle i was born in

i didn't wanna do wrong

and this is just the way i roll

messing up the life god gave me

i just pray that i never go crazy

i didn't wanna do wrong

now i'm the man behind the myth

and i'm a critic in my own wreck

i criticize the bits

i say the ghetto never had a chance

neither did the kids

look at me would god forgive me for the things i did

just a ghetto child in the mix with niggas and chicks

money and hoes cars

clothes

heaters and bricks

you wouldn't believe some of the things

man are reporting on streets

they get eaten in the ghetto like a portion of chips

this is ghetto living i swear i would never regret

times when it came on top and i slept with a sket

and by sket i mean a dirty strap i kept in my bed

i can remember it like yesterday i'll never forget

how i was born in a struggle i didn't ask to be poor

now they wondering why i'm telling them to get on the floor

and empty the safe don't look at me just open the door

jump in the car outside like put your foot to the floor

and this is just the life i know

just another lonely morning

you don't know bout the struggle i was born in

i didn't wanna do wrong

and this is just the way i roll

messing up the life god gave me

i just pray that i never go crazy

i didn't wanna do wrong