Let It Play

Chorus:

They say that rain means change, a lot of pain these days but let it play, let it play, let it play DJ. Let it play DJ. Let it play DJ. They say that rain means change, a lot of pain these days, but let it play, let it play, let it play DJ, hey hey. Hey hey.

Verse #1:

What you know about living in a trailer in the winter with the heat shut off. You’re looking at the panes on the glass and they’re freezing up; just three more months and the season’s done. Despite my efforts tryna do my best I’ma get evicted if I don’t pay my rent, just tired of dead ends that never end; like its only Tuesday and the paycheck’s spent. And you’re sitting there wondering where it went, its like god damnit how could this have happened again? We got no food left on the shelves, you think we’ll get help? Naw everyone’s just out for themselves. The only thing that’s worse than a cell, is having to live in your own personal hell. The truth is I’m depressed, striving to make sure everything on the surface is well. It feels good to get it off your chest a lot of weight on my shoulders, I’ve had enough, but some things I just can’t talk about until the statute of limitations is up. Reminiscing, thinking bout the times it was tough. That’s the type shit that makes you humble when youre up. Looking back on my past I’ve got no regrets. I’m just never gonna live that way again.

Verse #2:

There was a time when I struggled with my weight, another pissed off kid leaving troubles in his wake. While I piled up the cake and then I’d stuff it in my face, pants expanded at the waist but addicted to the taste. Hold up, you can wait let me finish up my plate. I think that my be cooking steak and I can barely look away. Besides, I’m contemplating getting a second chocolate shake, when I’m in a lot of pain that’s how I wash it all away. But I think I need another outlet, that or a new outfit basing that on how everything now fits. Gotta get up off these couches nowish cause right now I’m in no shape to move these mountains. Not to mention that I’m losing all respect, making my new friends by cracking jokes at my expense. Yea I felt stupid but it was my only defense, of course I used it but how much lower could I get. Through all the pain that I went in through, fueled by your ridicule, like if I was you I’d lose a few. Yea well then I guess I gotta do what I gotta do huh? Funny thing about your views I don’t give two fucks. Lately I’ve been feeling used up, shit’s crazy but it’s making my skin tough. Give up? Fuck that homie it won’t be me. All I know is that a wise man once told me.