Diary Entry No.2 (Prod. Zach Rabbit)

terrible terrible
this dream i hads so terrible
woke up out my sleep with such relief
kuz it was terrible
this ptsd ass shit that 
im going through inside of me
makes it just so hard to tell these
dreams from reality
a toll on me a toll on me
this life has took a toll on me
On my mental state my nig
a toll up on my sanity
im paralyzed from bullets and 
cant move mane what a tragedy
praying its a dream 
somebody bring me to reality
reality reality bring me to reality
tears up in my eyes 
i hope and pray this aint reality
the bullets penetrate and i can feel it
god whats happening
my life starts to fade
oh god i think this is reality

Mane i fucking hate this shit
how many more times will i be forced
to feel the bullets rip 
right through me everytime feels like the first
and i can feel it all
shoot me in my face
i should be dead but i can see it all.
execution style with the blood draining out me mane
wife and daughter crying, 
an horrific type of fucking pain
sweating in my bed and scared to sleep
kuz i dont feel the same
i dont think ill sleep tonight
i know that you dont feel me mane

Terrible this dream i hads so terrible
woke up out my sleep with 
such relief cuz it was terrible
this ptsd ass shit that 
im going through inside of me
makes it just so hard to tell these
dreams from reality
reality reality, please bring me to reality
tears up in my eyes my god this cannot be reality
the bullets pentrate and i can feel it 
god whats happening
my life begins to fade
and i accept that its reality
reality tell me its not reality
i cant go out like god please tell me its not happening
the darkness starts surrounding me 
and i cant tell whats happening
lord please tell me why
why must i suffer this reality 
reality reality, bring me to reality
reality reality bring me to reality 
reality reality can this be reality
lord please tell me why 
why must i suffer this reality 
reality reality, bring me to reality
reality reality bring me to reality 
reality reality can this be reality
lord please tell me why 
why must i suffer this reality

REALITY (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

Kick back sippin on this beer
mane this shit so pure
it help me open up my eyes
and lets me know i can still feel
mane im kicked back lookin at the sky
mane i want to cry
but tears wont fall out of my eyes
no matter how hard rabbit try
the anger held back for too long
slowing turns into depression
ball up to the liqour store
im finna have another session
mane the state the world is in
well prolly have one mo recession
but i dont care
the rabbit dealing with his own great depression
every day i wake up in my bed 
feels like the fucking last
wish i aint wake up at all sometimes 
i must get off my ass
mane i must go get this cash 
kuz rabbitmane dont have no choice
proly end up socking one these niggas 
makin too much noise
all that loud shit they talkin 
it aint shit ive never heard
say you gangsta
say that shit again, ill stomp you in the curb
bitch ill snatch yo fuckin chain
these bustas claiming they some thugs
never even hit no lick
ill make you submit to a slug

call me what ya want
call me jelous, hater, fucking traitor
i wont say you wrong
kuz it takes alot of hate to do the shit i do all day
and it take a little jelousy to take yo life away
kuz you flexing in yo pics
and nigga yeah i been ight
but i always can do better 
so tonight might be yo night
im a traitor i might act cool 
just to getcha in my sights
but once i up this yalk
you bet not move or thats gone be yo life
fuck the bullshit ya talkin 
it aint shit ive never heard
heard it one to many times 
and now its gettin on my nerves
man i struggle day to day, 
im tryina be a better mane
but these niggas in my face
gone make go fucking insane
must refrain from splattin brains
kuz they gone put me back in chains
police pull up, i dont run
bitch id do it all again
throw me in the padded room
only way they can contain
bang my head up on the wall
the pads wont let me feel no pain
what a shame how im feelin
fuck i hate it so damn much
niggas just dont understand
they say shit like "bro just cheer up"
if it was fucking easy 
i would never be depressed
i would never feel no pain
and i would never be so stressed
but ya just dont understand 
and you should be glad that dont
i know you dont feel me 
you just like the beats to the songs
call me jelous, hater, fucking traitor
i wont say you wrong
but when i up the fucking tone
you birches best leave me alone mane

THE GREAT DEPRESSION (PROD. CERBERUS CLICK AKA YOUNG STOVE)

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Abuse - Out of Luck (Prod. Hon Ja)

mar·tyr
/ˈmärdər/
noun
1.
a person who is killed because of their religious or other beliefs.
"saints, martyrs, and witnesses to the faith"
Lyrics:
It was never once upon a time
A couple dozen times upon a time
a nigga had to ride for the chedda
it gets worse so i do this for the better
hoping the police dont catch me
with this oversized beretta
come up off of everything is what he betta do
i aint got no sympathy or empathy for none of you
its very true
rabbit put a hole through every one of you
like posters
bullets leave a nigga nauseous like roller coasters
Splash Niggas, lately ive been too nice
Sitting on my ass broke, tryna be mister do right
i be tempted, 
Kuz rabbit got a infrared beam
what you mean, if i wanted i could hit you in yo splien
Shot too mean
i clean areas out
From roof to floor
Rabbit take everything out ya house
these niggas oughta know betta
oughta know what im bout
but he dont
grab him by his collar
drag em out his house
into the streets
See me and you we really aint the same
my whole demeanor changed when my homies lost his brains
They popped in his face and his mothafuckin chest
He was tryna feed his fam
out here doing his fuckin best
My bro asked me rabbit what you doin today
get money robbin niggaz, i dont know a better way
Ive started countless beefs in these mothafuckin streets
sticking pistols to niggas face tryna get something eat 
boi it brazy

If i die in these streets tryna feed my family
Its ok, ill be ya fuckin martyr
provide by any means what i believe
and if i die in these streets tryna do so
ill be ya fuckin martyr
Rabbit mane, yall best remember the name
if i die before my work pays off
ill be ya fuckin martyr
Ill endure all of this agonizing pain
to make sure that my family straight...
ill be the fuckin Martyr (till fade out)

THE MARTYR (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

ONE MO DAY PT. 2 (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

HOW DID I GET TO THIS POINT (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

Lyrics:
bout 14 and thats where it all starts
grandmother died and it broke my heart
couldnt see straight through the night
cuz the stars all fell from the sky
and lights got dark
and it didnt make sense 
so i couldnt understand
no father round, 
learning how to be a man
gotta keep a gun
learning how the world work
kuz im facing new problems
and i didnt have a plan
sneaking out the house almost 
every damn night
smokin big blunts 
kuz im tryna get right
cousin moved down
taught a nigga how to fight
but these niggas dont fight
so i gotta keep pipes
and its sad when i think about 
how this shit go
everyday out here niggas get smoked
my homie khris passed couple weeks
fo my granny
and a nigga didnt even 
have to colp 
I know you dont feel me mane
I know you cant feel my pain
i know that its hard for you 
to see things in a different way
i know you cant see my way
theres no way you could see it all
i know you cant understand
but maybe you can relate to the
loss...

lost so many damn people i love
too young didnt even kno how to colp
posted on the block with a cup fulla drugs
school backpack and a 45 colt
lost too many damn niggas i love
over bullshit mane kuz niggas want smoke
nigga betta not come round here nigga
with that bullshit mane yall niggas get smoked
years went by and i gained me a plan
had a young girl so i gained me fam
one mo day tryna stay up outta jail
kuz a nigga whole world revolve around them
daipers aint cheap so i get it how i live
if a nigga cant get a goddamn job
rent coming up and i aint got enough
you goddamn right sombody getting robbed
I know you dont feel me mane
I know you cant feel my pain
i know that its hard for you 
to see things in a different way
i know you cant see my way
theres no way you could see it all
i know you cant understand
but maybe you can relate to the
loss...

SIDE A: INTRO-LOSS (PROD. ZACH RABBIT)

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Abuse - Out of Luck (Prod. Hon Ja)

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