Where are you goin'?
Tomorrow is my last day of classes at BSC, and it really saddens me.
The year is coming to a close, and it's definitely bitter-sweet for me. I've met a lot of quality individuals at southern, and it sucks that I probably won't see them for a good long while. It also sucks that I feel like I'm quitting. Copping out. Giving up. It's kinda been pissing me off lately that people who don't know me that well are like, "Why the hell would you transfer from BSC to Auburn? That's like the worst school ever and all they teach you there is how to be a dumbass redneck." I know it's just cuz they don't know I've spent a lot of the past two years feeling like absolute shit, but it still kinda sucks. Well, one more day of class, then exams, drive to mexico with Andy, Becca, and maybe J-mee, have an awesome summer and then move into Campus Pointe apartment 1104 and move on with the rest of my life. Bring it.
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide
And woulda tried, but when I held that nine
All I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
NOt knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place the playas rollin past
They got spot for us all, so we can ball
At Thugz Mansion
The year is coming to a close, and it's definitely bitter-sweet for me. I've met a lot of quality individuals at southern, and it sucks that I probably won't see them for a good long while. It also sucks that I feel like I'm quitting. Copping out. Giving up. It's kinda been pissing me off lately that people who don't know me that well are like, "Why the hell would you transfer from BSC to Auburn? That's like the worst school ever and all they teach you there is how to be a dumbass redneck." I know it's just cuz they don't know I've spent a lot of the past two years feeling like absolute shit, but it still kinda sucks. Well, one more day of class, then exams, drive to mexico with Andy, Becca, and maybe J-mee, have an awesome summer and then move into Campus Pointe apartment 1104 and move on with the rest of my life. Bring it.
A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine, I cry at times
I once contemplated suicide
And woulda tried, but when I held that nine
All I could see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
NOt knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside the misery of poverty
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles I survived
Prayin hard for better days, promise to hold on
Me and my dawgs ain't have a choice but to roll on
We finally found a spot to kick it
Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit
A spot where we can smoke in peace, and even though we G's
We still visualize places that we can roll in peace
And in my mind's eye I see this place the playas rollin past
They got spot for us all, so we can ball
At Thugz Mansion