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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K6s7GIn4Tz0

(chorus)
Im sick and tired
of this gun in my hand being fired
im sick and tired
of goin 2 funerals n being a cryer
why cant god give me a break
my head wont stop to ache
this life of mine i need 2 Retire
Oh...

(Tappa's verse)
(0:24)
this life of mine aint a paradise

all i do is shoot run n get into fights

im sure all of u can relate to this

like god pulled down his pants n is takin a big a** piss

now ur thinkin im startin 2 make some sense

loosing more n more of ur loved ones just makes things more tense

so u run from gangs n hop those fence

doing w.e it takes just 2 make a couple of cents

but u dont gotta bang 2 have a hard life

it can be tht ur daddy is beating his wife

or losing sumone you love on fatal night

dont u wish u can just stik ur finger 2 da world

n say ******** you lord

but nah

not his fault ur ******** up

god put u on earth to judge you

not to punish you

last thing moma sed is pray 2 god

even thou praying to god just makes things more odd

but u deal wat u get n put a fake smile

turn ur bak on every1 n walk an infinite mile

but u try 2 escape da hate

do wat u can from falling into fate

hell ye ima sound emotional like ma ***** Nate

i no wen i die ima be surrounded by fire

cuz wen i was small i got burned by my dads lighter

wat 1st hurt you is gunna grow bigger n kill you

now tht u no ima say it like this


(Chorus)
(1:30)
Im sick and tired
of this gun in my hand being fired
im sick and tired
of goin 2 funerals n being a cryer
why cant god give me a break
my head wont stop to ache
this life of mine i need 2 Retire
Oh...

(Tappa's verse)
(1:52)
im sick and tired....

of these fake a** liers

always tellin me tht everythin gunna be ok

it will nv be ok

not today, da next day or any day

and ******** da pigz for lockin ma homeboi tray away

were is da freedom tht i crave

ppl hide the pain behind a blunt n blaze

but drinkin n smokin dont bring the people you luv back from the grave

i dreamed of walkin down a road tht leads to heaven

but i lost ma map, this is the kinda luck for a felon

ppl turn their back on me cuz i got bloody hands used for killin

just throw me back in the gutter n treat me like ima villain

im sick of u all

all of yall

lookin down at me like im sum kinda street rat thts lookin for his cheese

ppl please

i dont need ur money or ur sorrow

ill make my own path even if its narrow

(2:35)
(singin)
im about to go crazy

god wats my purpose on earth, tell me

Cant You Set Me Free!....

this is what it sounds like when thugz cry

hold on to ur lovers and feel this vibe

pray to god to give us angel wings so we can fly

tell me why i should go on with life and try

(2:57)
(Cupas Verse)

Holdin my head up wit my hand.

Whatchin my hourglass dropin dat sand.

Hard hustlin when your a torn man.

Need mo money but dont think i can.

Live life diz way anymo.

Bill collectors still knockin on my ******** door.

Aint had no furniture waz sleepin on da floor.

But Cupa aint had no ******** tears no mo.

Cuz im sick and tiered fo sho.

Feelin lonley friends aint around no mo.

Had no car dat waz tippin on fouz.

Had to ******** walk every where id go.

Wasent even tryin to ******** around wit no ho.

Had no friends had plenty of foez.

Didnt get to sit and chill wit da bros.

Mane im just sick and tiered.