Life... by Marshall Mathers What is life? Life is like a big obstacle put in front of your optical to slow you down And everytime you think you gotton past it It's gonna come back round and tackle you to the damn ground What are friends? Friends are people that you think are your friends But they really your enemies With secret identities and diguises to hide their true colours So just when you think you close enough to be brothers They wanna come back and cut your throat when you aint looking What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny Money is the root of all evil Money'll make them same same friends come back around Swearin' that they was always down What is life? I'm tired of life I'm tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of committing so many sins Tired of giving in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of not having any ends Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins I'm tired if this DJ playing your shit when he spins Tired of not having to deal Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel Tired of drowning in my sorrow Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo I'm tired of mother fuckers sprayin' shit and dartin' off I'm tired of jobs startin' off at five-fifty an hour Then this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off I'm tired of being fired every time I fart and cough Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk For this jerk breathing down my neck driving me beserk I'm tired of using plastic silverware Tired of working in Builders square Tired of not being a millionaire **But if I had a million dollare I'm buy a damn brewery And turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on When I'm on the john If I had a million bucks it wouldn't be enough 'Cause I'd still be out robbin' armoured trucks If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss** I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store I'm tired of not having a phone Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have one on Tired of not drivin' a BM Tired of not workin' a GM Tired of wanting to be him Tired of not sleeping without Tylenol PM Tired of not performin' in a packed coliseum Tired of not being on tour Tired of fucking the same blonde whore after work in the back of a contour I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones Habin' a lack of funds and resortin' back to guns Tired of being stared at I'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz Tired of people sayin' they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who aint bringin' half the skill as me Sayin' they wasn't feeling me or nobody's as ill as me I'm tired of Radio stations tellin' fibs Tired of J-L-B sayin' "Where hip-hop lives" **Chrous** You know what I'm sayin'? I'm tired of all this bullshit Tellin' me to be positive How'm I s'posed to be positive when I don't see shit positive? I rap about shit around me, shit I see, you know what I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of everything Tired of all the player hating that's going on in my own city Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'? But 'ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'? Just fed up That's my word. | ||||||
