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letra de split - wooiy

life can be so hard sometimes
been taught to respect even if you have a background of neglect
sh-t, had so many fake friends, the real friends don’t seem sincere
i am always hoping each year
each time always holding back a tear
every time i leave the house i fear
do i run? do i hide? or do i confide?
the only regret i have is not coming out sooner
ever since i was a baby
people always talking against me

my mum is terminally ill
thinking of suicide, probably will
i’ll be gone, don’t worry – swallow a pill
some times people don’t even realise what i feel
get told to stop complaining
everyday i can feel myself draining
depression is the only thing i’m gaining
this sadness that i’m always containing
always one thing i always hear
“get yourself in gear”
hurts more than a deer’s h-rns
feels like i’m getting stabbed with 12 inch th-rns

the only thing that’s kept me together is my hope, even if having hope is hopeless
all the sh-t that i witnessed
my father was abusive
the house was a nuisance
feel like i’m falling out a window
where there ain’t no mattress to save me
all of it is history
still all a mystery
bodies more beat than a crash dummy
not even any guilt
i guess the only thing spilled was tears

though times are tough, we ride together
been through so much stuff, on your side forever
i’ve had enough of this rough world providin’ pressure
if i died wonder would it be better
this is a letter to my good friend
from the hood down til the end
ignore the snakes in grass
any homies fake? we whoop they ass
pass the glass full of whiskey
living life fast and risky
wonder will they miss me?
last ones to remain
mass amounts of drugs help hide the pain
why should i complain?
because it would remain the same
nothing would change
i aim to train to remain strong
my brain drains like the rain til the day i’m gone
now am i insane?
or am i wrong?
to live my life as a outcast all along
life ain’t fair, who do we ask?
scared as i watch the time pass
i don’t care about the past
focus on the future
f-ck you and f-ck abusers
provoke us and we shoot at ya
me and my homeboy

- wooiy

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