Life's a Bitch - Oxymoron

Aye man, I wonder what’s gon' happen the minute my cash get dropped

You ever thought about that Skinny?

Nope?

Shit what about you Scales mayne?

I’m-I'm unsure mayne

I got alotta, lotta question that need to be answered

True we all got questions, but dawg I got questions

I got a lot on my mind, just just

Just get me a blunt man, just fire it up man

Man…

Now fire up the weed, 'cause one day I’m gon' pro’ly burn

The Ten Commandments in life, never my concern

Thing on my mind was, «get 'em, fore they get you»

Thing on my mind was, «stick 'em fore they stick you»

That’s why niggas know, I’m bout the game before peace

'Cause being free-hearted that’s where it leave you deceased

Cold world, cold game — they gon' split ya thang

And gang shit I’m involved with would drive the average man insane

Ghetto love, ghetto life, ghetto death;

then ya gone

And after I’m deceased I’ll know life gon' go on

And what about my sons — will they do what daddy didn’t finish?

Will their life come to a close, shortly after mine has ended

What about daddy girl?

Will she do what I wanted?

Or will she break my heart and let these, niggas up on it?

Life’s a bitch!

I swear to God, you take your chances!

Too many questions, and not enough answers!

Life’s a bitch!

You take your chances!

Too many questions, and not enough answers!

Life’s a bitch!

You take your chances!

Too many questions, and not enough answers!

Life’s a bitch!

You take your chances!

Too many questions, and not enough answers!

I’m on the verge of losin' my mind, as well as my last nerve

I done served my last dime, standin' on this crack curb

It’s absurd — I been on this block, from the first to the third

Rocked a 'Bird and seen two niggas shot and left for dead in the dirt

I’m concerned if I die by the Glock, will my soul soon burn?

My past clash with my future then, take a drastic turn

I’m submerged knee-deep in this here, but those around can soon return

Morality’s hotter than burn, makin they hearts they burn

And say «Fuck the world!»

We all going to Hell for some, shit that we deserve

But first we was promised a hearse

And a chance on earth to visit church, for what it’s worth

I’m tryin' to make amends for all the sins that occurred

The uncontrollable urge that emerged when I, snatched that lady’s purse

And the, last week that I slurred, when I, cursed on every verse

Inevitable but well rehearsed, freezin my hunger as well as my thirst

This Glock;

ready to burst, on any fools I encounter first

With the, maximum amount of force, even if, worst comes to worst

'Cause life’s a bitch!

October 1st, nineteen seventy-six

Welcome to the world — I did nine months for this shit?

Moms and pops couldn’t get along — older brothers gettin grown

And I ain’t I got nothin but this diaper I’m shittin' on

At night I’m closin' my eyes, thinkin about my folks that died

Tryna sleep on 'em, thinkin I ain’t supposed to cry

Uncle (?);

he just died from too much alcohol

And all he wanted was a fifth and pack of Paul Mall

And momma’s heart gettin back, grew up on hog maws

I’m tryna cut down on drinkin but that’s a lost cause

Guess we don’t learn our lesson until we all fall

These racist cops got niggas writin' they own laws

Please God, don’t let 'em take us

Just tell momma I meant well, in time don’t let me wake up

Please God!

Don’t let them folks take us

Sincerely, I meant well, in time don’t let me wake up