I Don't Know What To Tell You - Redrama

Now I’m the first to admit the fact

I’ve done a little bit of this and that

Just wanna spit my raps, my life ain’t yo' concern

I ain’t gone carry the weight of the world

And I don’t know what to tell you

I’ve been to Heaven but I’ve tasted Hell, too

Face the Devil, don’t give a fuck

Smack him in his face, kick him inna nuts

They say I talk a lot

I walk a block with both feet broke

The storm a rock, but ain’t sinking Red’s boat

I see the coast, but I’m too blurry-eyed to see hope

Inna chokehold

Trying to hold on these ropes

I’ve done less wrong than I’ve done right

But I can never escape what I’ve done right

Thinking Lucifer live on Jupiter, he chilling right here

But I’m killing this nightmare

Not willing to fight fair

Hell with a Nike Air, I run barefoot through the desert

Make the whole damned world follow my neck jerk

Laying it brick by brick

The kid don’t quit until he got a pyramid

Now I’m a stand tall inna Land of the Lost

You just got laid off?

we gone handle yo' boss

So get yo' hands where my eyes can see 'em

If you’s a human being

I left my ex-girl in Hell hurt, wasn’t there for her

Was an expert in putting Red first, though I care for her

Now I’m a broken man

My life slipping away although I’m holding on with both hands

For some folks it’s dope, I need liquor to calm me

Drink 'til I’m a zombie

Helsinki ain’t no palm trees

Looking back I understand the man I should have been

But thing is that I truly am haunted by the boogeyman

I took a stand long time ago, I treat people how I want 'em to treat me

But shit ain’t easy

When he keeps calling it’s hard not to answer

My number changing like Pampers

But it don’t matter

Is it a bad world or a bad God?

Am I a bad man having a bad day, or bad odds?

Too many damned scars, trying to patch 'em up

I don’t really do it no more but pass the blunt

Don’t you know what you listening to

A God damned white man singing the blues

Take a good look cause I’m the living proof

Trying to walk the narrow road in these shitty ass shoes

Now you know what you listening to

A God damned white man singing the blues

Take a good look cause I’m the living proof

Trying to walk the narrow road in these shitty ass shoes

I was losing my last bit of faith

My way out wasn’t the door but the windowpane

Only thing I had in my life’s liquor and misery

And the only thing I could write was my obituary

This my way a telling my brothers that I appreciate

How they kept my vision straight

Reason that I live today

I miss 'em days when we would just sit and blaze

Talking 'bout which a them chicks got big tits and things

But things change

And I ain’t gonna be bitter man

Cause I know that love always wins the hate

Let your fists swing where my eyes can see 'em

Helsinki, worldwide, if you’s a human being…