Breaking Point - Emilio Rojas

No I think they tend to love

Knowing what I do is raw

Less I got a way to prove

First you got to tell me who

Will you love me?

Will you love me?

Like you love me

Tonight…

My mama didn’t want me to buy rap, now I rap

And send her show fliers, I’m asking her «how she like that?»

My whole life been spent on committing spite acts

If I did it for Sprite ads, the kid would want his life back

I hold grudges with no budging on low budget

If I’m feeling like it’s my last leg, I got no crutches

I’m so fucking ridiculous when it come to rapping

So much has happened, it’s numb and I feel like nothing happened

I wasn’t planned, I’m a fucking accident, running rampant

I’m the son of Sam on a sonogram with a gun in hand

My daddy learned she was pregnant, and he was so angered

He tried to end it, I’m no stranger to coat hangers

He getting livid, sitting in on the clinic visits

And now he waiting for drama like it’s an intermission

He take it out on my mama ‘cause he was into hitting

And yeah, that’s probably the reason my sister is into women

Latinos hating my music ‘cause they didn’t get it

If you think I’m racist, you stupid you little idiot

I am from a family of immigrants, understand me you simpleton?

I’m Latin, is your ass really listening huh?

They want me to be the monster they see

I’m outgoing, I’m do not shy from controversy

Somebody had to say it, no one brought it but me

So how the fuck you have the nerve to keep on targeting me?

Yeah…

No I think they tend to love

Knowing what I do is raw (It's so raw)

Less I got a way to prove (Yeah, yeah)

First you got to tell me who

So tell me who can I trust?

When everybody’s a snake

And tell me who can I love?

When everybody’s a fake

And tell me where I’ll end up?

When I been running in place

Just tell me what will it take?

Tell me what will it take?

You pushing me to the breaking point

You pushing me to the breaking point

You pushing me to the breaking point

You pushing me to the breaking point

Break, Breaking point…

People asking me why I’m so angry, I’m laughing

Asking them why they so happy, shit happens

I’m living fast, forgetting that I’m a little bastard

No getting pass the past, my life is spinning backwards

Shit on my mind, it will cripple your spine

I’m from the middle of the city with the grittiest grime

And I moved to New York before I’m hitting my prime

Now I’m paying double the rent to live with triple the crime

I’m so beyond this, no one slowing the progress

The Devil on my arm, knock my conscious unconscious

Living isn’t a gift, this shit’s a process

Everything I left is everything that I wanted

‘Cause my heart similar to a pie chart, I give a little sliver away

Then I’m taking my part, in dive bars and my guys all on the top floor

Crying over nothing that matters, hoping they find God

But my religion is getting money, in God we trust

And it’s obvious to me, now that all we that got is us

The product of my environment but the Roc is nuts

So I gotten drunk off the anger I’m keeping bottled up

Bottoms up, now I’m staring at an empty glass

And all the women I’ve been with, well they just empty ass

It’s like the shit that’s significant isn’t meant to last

You never shattered my dreams, homie they Plexiglas