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letra de eyes open - kyd wah-lee

[verse 1: kyd wah-lee]
alienated, and i ain’t even hated/
i don’t even hate it, until i need a place thats/
far away from home but, close enough to make it/
without having a car, maybe thats the way its/
ment to be, mentally i can’t stand it/
wanna’ get away, but don’t wanna feel stranded/
people all around me but we don’t relate at all/
some of them related but we don’t even talk at all/
maybe i’m just a loaner, marry jane and corona/
sound like a date to me with a little less of the drama/
dear lord why you make me this way/
do i need to consult the devil because i strayed/
should’a never spit game at what we call life/
knew i was trying to f-ck the world thats when sh-t got triff/
it was better when i wanted a nine to five for success/
but soon as you stretch out of the box they want to protest/
f-ck ’em’! tell ’em i ain’t sh-t we all the same/
only difference is i noticed and wanted to change/
and you still thinking that collage gone pay yo bill/
but you ain’t got no ambition and life is really real/
so real, even ambition can k!ll you/
or have you k!lling yourself to make the whole world feel you/
problem is they probably never will/
whats drive if you waiting for god to take the wheel but crash/
i’d rather swerve then drown in my sin/
have an intervention with the common sense that i bend/
telling ourselves i’m fine with the way that i live/
so i can motivate some people that can give two sh-ts/
about, all my commitment problems/
or the fights with my momma/
or how i could’a found myself but was finding the drama/
or how the only way i feel ill make it up to her/
is if i be the man she never seen in my father/
the load has got me walking in the street/
with an american spirit violently calming me/
and ain’t n0body in my contacts calling me/
they don’t know i’m on the edge like armor king/
lost my n-gga to suicide/
n-ggas talking bout him swear they know how he really died/
say they could’a saved him but they couldn’t do it/
why, oh, i get it/
that ain’t the way it works, my bad/
i ain’t sorry for offending you n-ggas/
the cousin of death, showed me that my all can be bigger/
say what i want, i been hated before my n-gga/
so i ain’t got a problem saying you ain’t my n-gga/
if you ain’t my n-ggas/
cause you ain’t my n-ggas/

- kyd wah lee

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