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Torn apart now |
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I cannot have this combination |
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And fusion, of your elixir |
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Torn apart now |
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These are the choices we made |
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Do I follow or walk away |
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Yeah, most of my adult life I've been torn into two |
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If you love me, then I love you and this song is for you |
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It's tight hard when you know that your sick |
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And your shorty seein' you as an emotional wreck |
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The closer I get, it's like the farther I feel |
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And my heart has turned into this heavy armour and steel |
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It's hard to be real, hard to listen to the dumb shit |
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And I take a lot of pills 'cause it numbs shit |
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I wish I had another path to follow |
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Wish that I could be a man and learn to pass the bottle |
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A graphic novel, my future a box or an urn |
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Havin' dreams about death, but I'm not that concerned |
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And I'm diseased, through the seasons they turn |
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Watchin' leaves from the trees turn disease and they burn |
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I'm eager to learn, but I'm holdin' my breath |
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And everyday alive is just another closer to death |
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Torn apart now |
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I cannot have this combination |
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And fusion, of your elixir |
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Torn apart now |
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These are the choices we made |
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Do I follow or walk away |
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Yeah, I've been alive longer then I expected to be |
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And took care of everything that's expected of me |
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Took care of my girl and my mother |
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I told her that I'm always here and I love her |
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I handle shit differently 'cause I'm grown now |
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And the truth is that I'd rather be alone now |
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I'd rather not have to deal with the day |
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And I hate when people ask me how I'm feelin' today |
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My brother Rasul, we had a beef and grudge |
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But we grew up together, cousin, so it's peace and love |
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I wish all the best, I wish all the shine |
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I wish I didn't wanna offer my thoughts with a nine |
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I'm thoughtful and kind, but I'm evil alas |
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But everything I love has turned to a tedious task |
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I feel that life a waiting game for people to pass |
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But nobody ever want you to see through the mask |
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Torn apart now |
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I cannot have this combination |
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And fusion, of your elixir |
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Torn apart now |
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These are the choices we made |
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Do I follow or walk away |
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Yeah, I don't wanna be a burden to y'all |
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I just wanna know exactly what my purpose is for |
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I feel like nothin' I do is ever right |
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And that I'm actin' a fool another night |
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And I admit, I don't take care of myself |
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So I do a lot of thinkin' and preparing myself |
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'Cause the fact is my father died young and I might, too |
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And it ain't any way to tell what I might do |
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I don't wanna leave my mother behind |
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I don't want for her to cry, because the struggle is mine |
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I don't want for her to grind no more |
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I don't want for her to work a 9-to-5 no more |
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I ain't have to work a fuckin' 9-to-5 before |
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So I'm tryin' to get this money to provide for y'all |
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And if the shit ain't work out and I'm suddenly gone |
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Just remember that the motherfuckin' love isn't gone |
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Pazman |
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Torn apart now |
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I cannot have this combination |
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And fusion, of your elixir |
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Torn apart now |
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These are the choices we made |
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Do I follow or walk away |
