The Wall

So Brad, tell me what's going on in your world? [Verse One] It's fucked up, I'm looking at myself in the mirror I'm seeing something scary; it's blurry, make it clearer I got a funny feeling that today will be the day That someone tries to blow my motherfucking ass away, hey I did some wrong In My Time of Dying but I never felt the nerve to make the motherfucking final cut I've been depressed for no fucking reason But every problem's got a reason; I'm kinda having trouble breathing Somebody help me, hear my plead, my battle cry My psychic told me, it's gonna be hard for Brad to die She told a lie; I think I oughta shoot the bitch I got my pistol, thinking if I should shoot the shit Click, bang, I jammed it, I slammed it; Aw shit, goddammit! I'm having a fucked day to begin with I lost a bitch, a bird, and then this My homies tend to think I get too high I'm doing fine, now pass me the formaldehyde The only thing that seems to help me cope Is when I'm drunker than a motherfucker puffin' on the chronic smoke And then I'm able to deal with the woes The friends, the foes, the bitches, the hoes I gotta gang of niggas, and none of them I'd fuck I gotta gang of bitches, and none of them I'd trust Trust a bitch, nope, uh-uh, never I'm having enough trouble trying to keep my damn self together They got me by the balls So please, help me break these motherfucking... {*pause*} .. these motherfucking walls [Verse Two] I scream. There's no one there that seen me cry I guess its hard to scream to motherfuckers when you scream inside I'm staring at my future, it's in plain view I blame myself, but, Mommy dear, I blame you Cause now I'm finally looking at the picture My daddy shoulda quit ya, right before he hit ya. Or swung it to the left instead And left a big-ass stain in the fucking bed. Because the world was fucked from the first And having me only made the matters worse Now look at what they did to me That's some fucked up shit for a kid to see Motherfuckin villain after villain, killin after killin I'm tryin' to check a million The world's going straight to fuckin satan A fucking shame ... about to blow my fucking brains [Verse Three] Shit, damn I'm dead I'm finally through hearing all these voices in my head Somebody finally got me I'm looking at my self outside of my fucking body So now I'm standing face to face Mr. Scarface, versus Mr. Scarface We were two different people from the start One nigga's too smart the other too fucking hard And both refused to be outsmarted Dearly departed, the battle's already started Fuck it, it's on, I swung, I duck, I weave, connect, I'm struck Caught me with the piercing lead And realized to myself, I shot my own fucking self! Damn, suicide is quicker I try to break the wall the wall keeps getting thicker I really start to miss my mother I'm trying to to climb the wall, its higher than a motherfucker And hollow's what the sound is I'm having major problems trying to walk around it And ain't no getting out; I'm trapped I really should've dropped my motherfucking strap Cause when I think about it now I didn't have to climb the motherfucker {*pause*} ... I shoulda broke the motherfucker down