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letra de 51/50 - royceda63

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the rain is dropping, hearts stopping, they all watching, anti depressant pill popping, while they only care about money copping

i sat down with god and asked if he could help

the angels cried and the devil wept

god said i can’t help you if you can’t help yourself

but how can i help myself, i have no hand that was ever dealt

how can i help, if no feelings were ever felt
am i crazy or am i just talking to myself

thats a 51/50, but how would you n-ggas know, they just don’t want to be the ones paying for your funeral. where do i go? cause i can only move slow

51/50 it feels like i’m down by 50 points in the 4th quarter. they said do you need a helping hand and threw me holy water. thats religions answer for it all. they stall and crawl away from unless god is involved

51/50 thats 50% chance of living and no regard for the live im currently living, thats 50 more rejections from men women and children, and the only people that will help you get paid and dont care about your feelings

mentally draining my mind frame is aiming. complaining. raining blood. there is no room waiting. yet life is always telling me that its vacant

then they tell you its to late. sh-t all u can do right now is hate. its so reoccurring u may as well call it fate. i may as well hang myself the way they are using me as bait

im drowning in my sorrows so i got no voice. sound doesn’t move underwater so u got no choice

it hurts more to smile than be sad. thats the sad reality

but my life doesnt seem real. the feel. the chill it drills and spills its so ill. sh-t gets real. all you wanna do is k!ll everything left in ur body till your eyes are still

robin williams couldn’t beat this sh-t. so really what chance is there that a solutions legit. its like playing roulette with a fully loaded clip

my lifes a song and they just pressed skip

its alright i won’t take it to heart. but my minds pretty much dead and my bodys in the dark

my will to live is already ripped a part

but what do you expect my body was cursed from the start

that’s a 51/50 from the cradle to the grave, change doesn’t exist in my mind only haze

some of you n-ggas running some of getting blazed, someone of you are lost and the rest of you are dazed

some people guide the weak and the others ripping bodies with k’s. great is overrated, and amazing is under payed

the say you can make a change. and leave you with nothing left, then they ask you not to bite hand in which i was dealt

51/50 they tell you you have dreams and aspirations and every time sh-t fails they tell you to keep patiently waiting, but its more like society has you on call waiting

cause all i hear at the moment is useless music playing. with no actions being stated

all i ever wanted to was beat all this sh-t, break free from myself like i dont need all this sh-t, and break the chain of pain, and re frame from becoming insane

the game has changed, yet the players remain the same, i came i saw i conquered all in my own lane

but thats nothing but a pipe dream, a going to bed with tears midnight type dream

thats a sell your soul for money over hype dream, so how are you going to judge us by the emotions we keep, because what are your dreams to us when we dont get no sleep

thats a 51/50 but thats all a n-gga know
the grim reapers on my shoulder so i guess i gotta go

- royceda63

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