 day eight.

bin an apprentice of the best pessimist’s of my time
always been a rebel but i toed that party line
the prophet of doom ‘cause nothin’s right in my view
when kids are packin pistols plastic ‘splosives blast up their school
politicians puttin missiles over meals for the youth
who got an attitude that’s battered fightin nail and tooth
the greatest of minds i watch em faded and high
in the club as the boredom of the day springs alive
a gram of this a rip of that it’s venemous it’s spittin back
it’s a mission for a free lunch that don’t exist in fact
i’ve been dwellin in the darkness since the youngest of ages
cold hearted on the come up was a box that i stayed in
hit the liquor, keep it bitter, fuck the summer, be the winter
be the winner by lettin no one be up in my inner
my pop’s, mama and ex-girl said the same
“i’m harsh, cruel to myself it’s a shame
life is colorful but i seem to paint it all grey
who i’m tryna deceive i’m guessin that would be me
i’m guessin no one else eats up that cheap trick that easily
and while i’ve been beatin on me instead of being just me
i bin blinded to the the colors that i needed to see
so i’m stretchin out my wings and soarin high as can be
mighta lost it all, mighta made mistakes
mighta put the gutter over love for goodness sakes
mighta seen the night sky scattered with stars
if i ever tried lookin for some light up in the dark
mighta lost it all, mighta made mistakes
mighta made mistakes, mights lost it all
fuck a slow suicide life is beautiful tonight
fuck a slow suicide life is beautiful tonight
but walkin thru the streets tonight sober as a judge
bowie rip’d so heroes playin’ and i love
the night sky the brights i left everything for
the bustle of the city as the drunkards all pour
out at closing time hopefully a couple dimes
in your palm like the bum that’s beggin out beside the line
this city’s grey, gritty, shitty everything i need
‘cause perfection ain’t worth paintin pat the bunny taught me
i keep it movin, keep it movin soakin in it
i got so sick of the mood that had me broken in fits
no longer hopin it gets better than the moment that is
present right in front of me for once in my existence
i’m just the piston in this machination 
experimentin with an open heart and seein how that’ll take it
handin in an affadavit to this black hole i bin facin
sayin you ain’t welcome in my radius this my creation
at the waterfront where it shimmers a shines
head titled back screamin at the night sky
“cruel life i forgive you for the lows and highs
and all the times i was lost and thought you were blowin me by” cause
i mighta lost it all, and i mighta made mistakes
and i mighta put the gutter over love for goodness sakes
and i mighta seen the night sky scattered with stars
if i ever tried lookin for some light up in the dark
i mighta lost it all i mighta made mistakes
i mighta made mistakes i mighta lost it all but 
fuck a slow suicide life is beautiful tonight
fuck a slow suicide life is beautiful tonight
fuck a slow suicide life is beautiful tonight
fuck a slow suicide life is beautiful tonight
fuck a slow suicide life is beautiful tonight
life is beautiful tonight
life is beautiful tonight
life is beautiful tonight
life is beautiful tonight
life is beautiful 

day eight (prod. lord roc)

outro

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Don't Stop - Rozmo and Dirty Mike
Prod. by Tyrant
Tracked and Mixed by Dirty Mike

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