Rolling Stone

It's Traylormade

I've been feelin' fine on the day to day

Stuck in a place that I can't escape

It's all black and white till I fade to grey

And this pain I can't explain

Y'all want to trade me places

Tripped, threw in my hand, and left the table

But I played the aces

And I feel like I'm stuck in the matrix

Jumped the majors ain't cover the bases

I'm stubborn and angry

Wish someone could save me

Blood is the flood in the way that we came in

And I'm stuck in a maze again

Well, here's Johnny and all y'all can call me crazy

I try to overlook my checkered past

But these voices tend to blame me

And you would think they would help

Or attempt to change

But, the words I write are dangerous

There's something on your mind? You should say it

Another poem piece I created

I hate these words, I hate this beat

But when it's all done, I still replay it

And I know that one day, most likely I'll transgress

And find me a way to explain it

And say that I did it basically on purpose

Or maybe I'm worthless

I find a way to escape, on these 808's that I'm lost in

And I know I'm late on them payments

One day soon my past will cost me

Exhausted

Try to stay on track but I'm off set

I just put up a front like I'm good, everything's fine

That's what I was taught. Shit

My mama was a hustler

My daddy was a rolling stone

And I was caught in the middle

Lost and unforgiven and nowhere to call home

I know my mama was a hustler

I know my daddy was a rolling stone

Cause Lord knows I was caught in the middle

Lost and unforgiven with nowhere to call home

I'm a product of the early nineties culture

When the gangs took over, turned to soldiers

Motivated us to chase the money

No time for love, but love the hustle

That's the reason it's hard to shake hands

With fake friends

Whose skeletons tumble out of dark closets

I might be rotten, but at least I'm honest

And face my problems head on

I'm headstrong and go on

Past altercations that'll break them. But I'm not them

I'm a different breed than a Pomeranian

Octavian to the empire

Resurrected like the bird of fire

Changed man with God's plan

But one push, and he's back to life

In other words, I ain't a killer

But don't push me

Exactly that quote

Wise words to prove my point

But if you need acts, I can give you that

A rusted battle axe still swings the same

Then a clean blade, in a given day

Still penetrate, cuts bleed the same

So don't take my play as a weakened way

Yeah, it's a wicked game

They meant to play

But played with the wrong one, on the wrong day

And switch the game, in the middle of the round

In the middle of the town

Guns out, sundown, draw now and see in the end

Who's getting laid out

My mama was a hustler

My daddy was a rolling stone

And I was caught in the middle

Lost and unforgiven and nowhere to call home

I know my mama was a hustler

I know my daddy was a rolling stone

Cause Lord knows I was caught in the middle

Lost and unforgiven with nowhere to call home