Behind Bars

[Verse 1] I wake up to vodka, tonic, child support, lots of chronic Hung over, blunt rolled up, just trying not to vomit The God's honest truth? I cut my baby mama loose 'cuz the bitch got rotten roots that made me wanna cock and shoot Cops in hot pursuit, just doing what I gotta do I'm out making product move, she claims that I'm knocking boots But how the fuck's my daughter gonna be proud of papa dukes If daddy's broke, got no loot, can't afford to cop her shoes That's not what fathers do, I make sure my daughter eats Lock the door before she sleeps, try to keep her off the street Her mama tortures me, of course I'm forced to deal with it All this drama brought to me, like I'm some sort of meal ticket I feel sickness, nauseated by the hunger pangs Ain't trying to run the game, I want a piece, fuck the fame What's her name got my mother looking at her son ashamed So I'm drinking, thinking back, like "when's it all gonna change?" [Hook] Life ain't shit but liquor and splitting L's Closed off to the outside world in a shell Behind bars, feeling more like I'm in a cell Attitude's like "I don't give a fuck, give 'em hell!" [X2] [Verse 2] I'm an alcoholic pot smoker, chances are I'm not sober But I don't make my seed deal with the chip on her pop's shoulder I never got over feeling like I've been forsaken Broke, living in this basement, at a loss for inspiration Committing sins of Satan to fill these dinner plates and Have some dough to finish making a lying thief's vindication Been as patient as I can, but now I'm finished waiting I'mma bring the winds of change in for some kind of simulation My innovation could have got me major label love But I can't lie, instead of swallowing my pride I taste my blood The weight above from this paper left my shoulders crushed Like I'm in a cobra clutch, stuck, being broke as fuck My wifey now is real, claims I never open up "Why you always going buckwild like you smoking dust?" I don't know enough to answer, I apologize I'm just stopping by to tell you 'fore I take this shot and hide [Hook] [Verse 3] I sold drugs and took a few, all my friends took them too Guzzling that crooked brew, ain't shit I'm shook to do Wifey said "think of how your moms would look at you" Now I'm apologizing to her for the shit I put her through Used to think there were some people I just couldn't lose Burn a bridge, watch it turn to shit, rebuild, good as new That wouldn't prove to be true, the more I recollect I was wrong, but better yet, greedy for that treasure chest Left for death, the pressure gets to me to eat a meal Makes it hard to keep it real, all I do is cheat and steal What I see and feel's bottle up like ketamine Replaced by dime and nickel schemes, balanced on a triple-beam Every relationship I had got blown to smithereens Drama I was in between wiped them out like Mr. Clean I lived the dream, thinking I'd wake up and save the day That's all I came to say, now I'mma drink the pain away [Hook]