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letra de my life - lomo

i’m living my life, only wanting to be spittin’ heat
i feel like quitting, i write each night, givin’ each
bar my all, i’m driven to fight anyone dissin’ me
my ambition ignites the crowd, what i’ve written speaks
what i think, i don’t hold back, n i’m never dramatic
i’m so cold that satan would shiver from the havoc
the voice in my head won’t fold and makes me frantic
it don’t grow old, cracking my own soul that be manic

when i’m the center of attention, i become nervous
tension n pressure build, ’til i freeze up, wordless
prevention from attention’s what has seemed to purchase
my obsession, i don’t talk, making me feel worthless
i wanna make new friends, but as i start speaking
i feel it’s a waste using their time, my heart’s bleeding
i ache doing anything and try hard leaving
out hate, viewing good thoughts ’til darkness we start seeing

everyday waking up to the same d-mn life
hustling all day, ’til i’m drained at night
i don’t give a f-ck, and i aim to fight
anyone in my way with the flames i write
only seeing struggle in my eyesight
cause i muscle my way through all of my strife
stay humble and hustle are the highlights
so trouble can’t muzzle me in my life
i work so hard, all day and night
no scar can jar me, i’ll stay and fight
you start to dart as i say “my life”
it’s dark with no heart, can you save my life?

i’m so p-ssed man, cause i give all of my best effort
n don’t get fans, popular kids rapping get them better
n i quit plans to spit and write, but then never
get heard, it’s an endeavor and it won’t end ever
i get f’ed up daily cause i’m getting fed up
n stressed from my messed up life, feeling dead cause
i can’t rest but must wreck the beat, and keep my head up
i get judged daily living with kids who get what-

-ever they want, live happy, never struggle
as i hustle and juggle all my troubles so subtle
from my dad’s cancer to my mom stressing me out
to my dad letting me down, drinking and lessening doubt
that he’ll get better, i don’t wanna live distant
from him, but his effort to be here isn’t existent
i don’t get pressured to talk to him, i’m resistant
cause he is never there to help me, he is missin’

n at all times all this sh-t builds up inside me
but i never fall n quit, n never cry be-
-cause all the hits are mauled when it’s time to rap, i’m free
as i start to give awe n spit hot bars that rhyme each
line…..
but then once the beat stops, i have to go back to
the sh-t that needs lots of my time, so as you
live happy, i be lost, fighting with hope that through

every struggle n each shot i can get better
cause i still see my dad drunk, it’s worse, we don’t give effort
to talk, so i don’t talk much, my nerves be filled wit pressure
whenever i be speakin’, so now i just stay quiet
keepin’ to myself, i be in a mind state of hate, pliant
cause my mom’s screamin’ words beatin’ my mind, making me stay silent
as i battle demons seen in my life, so i’m always violent

- lomo

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