When it hurts, I fill the swisher wit purp,
But first, I grab the fluid so it quench my thirst,
I work, so the people understand my shit.
In hopes, I can get a couple dollars off a dream.
My Vernacular nice, and i be rapping it tight.
I be going outta sight when I be Thobbin the mic.
But im alive, and im doing alright,
To be honest im just tryna get by.
Tryna pass all the bullshit, like he said and she said.
I don't give a god damn fuck about what he said
Just leave me out of it. Save it for ya momma.
I be repping many things, but im not about the drama.
It be fucking with my mental. Fucking wit my energy.
Negative thoughts forever buried in my memory.
Sike, I gotta strive for the best, to the sky.
Even when it hurts, i gotta stay alive.
(Chorus) 2x
When it hurts, my lungs feel the pain.
Deep inside the heart, it be hurting the brain.
So I take the amplifier wire stitch it up tight.
And I'll be good, as long as I got the mic.
(Verse 2)
When it hurts, words cannot explain,
so I paint a perfect picture, the brush feel the pain.
My brown blood has been hurting since colonial days.
They was Robbing all the natives for the medicine man.
Its fucked up and twisted, my history is shifted,
I wish I was there when lapu lapu killed magellan.
The pain that I feel is like the pain on my neck.
Feel, decapitated, when I'm running outta breath.
So I pause... and I take a breath.
Pondering my life as I wonder whats next.
Wonder, if I will grow, if I will change.
Wonder, if those around me will still be the same.
I don't know. But the thought, yo it hurts.
Always looking for hope, the continuous search.
Always looking up, you know that I try.
Even when it hurts, i gotta stay alive.