So Tired

feat. Trouble

(*Trouble singing*)

[Intro]
I'm trying hard, just to find my way
Find my way, find my way
Over and over, to the Lord I pray
The Lord I pray, the Lord I pray
I'm smoking weed, just to ease my mind
To ease my mind, to ease my mind
I'm steady debating, cause niggaz is hating
But Lord knows, it'll be alright-alright

[Hook]
I'm trying hard, just to find my way
Hoping I could see, a brighter day
(I'm so tired), over and over to the Lord I pray
Hoping everything'll be ok
(I'm so tired), I'm smoking weed just to ease my mind
Through all these tribulations, of my life
(I'm so tired), I'm steady debating cause niggaz is hating
But Lord knows, It'll be alright-alright

[Magic]
Before we get to whatever promised no show together, prize at the end for us
Simply convinced, that the streets is the only friend to us
Send us a comfort that'll, heal our hate
To raise what's great, and expose what's fake
And pray that release us tired, what we don't deserve to lead
Before complaining on the, difference from your wants and needs
I been appointed my word, and on a help you through your high's and low's
Show you don't have to be afraid no mo'
I love my sisters, but we'll put 'em down sometimes
Independent, easily baited by the things that shine
Crying inside completed perfect, beauty couldn't change what was issued
The love that she looking's fo', one that this world can't give her
Rock on mama you precious, nothing changed but life
Bang them pockets with your profit, comes a dangerous price
Shhh, hell couldn't keep us in shackles
We head over heals, with the demons in back of us send a soldier to heaven

[Hook]

[Magic]
I'm sick and tired, of being sick and tired
And I'm sick of dealing with niggaz, and all these fucking lies
I keep my head in the sky, and pray that my niggaz make it
My pockets aching, you getting my way of life I'm taking
See I've been rapping too long, to say that I'm doing base
I'm suppose to be balling, so please stay out my fucking face
Welcome to the vault nigga, we keep it gutter but keep it real in the same breath
Quiet as kept, you niggaz ain't seen nothing yet
I humble my heart, hoping to keep this fire contained
The world pressured me to murder, I got's no one to blame
Still the same trying to change, but these streets calling
Hurting my own kind, cause Mr. Magic love balling
Hoping my mama, don't think she brought me up taught me to hate
She just delivered me, in my heart believe me it's faith
My mind is boggled at times, I sit and wait for the signs
God gon deliver this anger, give me a piece of mind

[Hook]

[Magic]
We in an everlasting struggle, the objective's to win my nigga
Nothing pretend, we'll worry with every spin my nigga
Treated my wounds, just took a second to heel neglect
Comfort the soul, that know the sun'll only shine a second
With no concerns and, maybe we'll change in time
Shoot for the stars, and let what's artificial lag behind
Then I'll be careful, who I'm hurting while I choose my foes
Layed the same hands I helping, to feed and clothe me
Beat up life for what so whatever, I'm allowed to reach
Preposition to be the voice, of what's afraid to speak
Baptized in fire, called in the face of Christ
Till we expire, free to stumble at the steps of life
A cruel world said the ghetto, till we fast asleep
Vowing to never give us something, we allowed to keep
For real and fake, same spot in the casket we
Grew old too soon, and smart too late you feel that

[Hook]