Dr. Ama

[Verse 1 - Dutchmassive] I didn't ask to be born I don't want this life anymore You can take it Yo, I just waste it Thanks a lot I love the vote of confidence It seems every word I say has consequence Nothin' but a High School drop out I shout, no respect, Dutch get out of my house Same old sickness Same verbal beatings Same family meetings Same disgusting family I don't wanna live this way nomore Yo, I don't wanna wake up anymore I can't take the stress, wanna rip apart my soul And hand you my broken heart, just to show you it's not cold I'm growin' older, but you don't see that I'm not responsible... but where my dad at? I'm glad that cowad left Lucky him, now I can't beat him to death [Hook] The stress is too much to take Break down mentally, full of hate Suicide is not an option Must look forward, gotta stay positive Everywhere you look there is drama Escape reality, become a little calmer Suicide is not an option Must look forward, gotta stay positive [Verse 2 - Dutchmassive] I practically practice patience Always over-anxious and always frustrated I'm scatter-brained, I have no aim in life And I have different views on what's wrong and right I like to walk at night and escape reality And go to a place that no man drug can carry me Although I'm often messed up But it's okay, society's wack and life is f'd up Stressed to the point of no return Bottle's almost empty but the blunt still burns Growing bitter as the years go by I used to be pure now I'm forever gettin' high How could I let my life come to this? I fell astray, I can't believe I fell into the dumbness Now I'm numb so I bother I can't alter the effects created by Dr. Ama [Hook] [Verse 3 - J.J. Brown] Yo Dutch, It's getting harder just to sleep at night, cousin Kids around my way in Brooklyn always bustin' So they put my name on wax, least I've got somethin' To call my own until the tax, then I gots nothin' It's gettin' to the point I'm runnin' out of options bro Try to prioritize but shit is steady poppin' bro I keep on waitin' for the day but it ain't stoppin' bro If they make one more sour move then they all droppin' bro It's code orange in my city and everybodies all cool But if it happens again, I'm enlisting, and springin' that fool The odds are totally against me but I'mma make it through Kick me when I'm down but when I get back up... ooooo Dabbled on both sides of the fence but my heart is underground Imagine this bitch without beats produce by Celph Titled and J.J. Brown Maintain fam, hold your head And wear you fuckin' flag, United States born and bred Out [Hook] x 2