Hold up let me hit my Hypnotic

aight you rollin?

I'd just like to take a minute to apolgize to my listeners

I just wanna say I'm sorry for not havin any songs about happiness

or bein in peace and shit like that

see I can only display my personal feelings and experinces

and so far I ain't felt what happiness feels like

and experinced anything but hard times and heartache

so I apologize for not makin you dance

I apologize for not havin any sarcastical songs

you know that good feeling with e'm

that put a smile on your face

I ain't had nothin to offer accept for frowns

so for that I'm sorry I promise if I could sing another song

I wish I could tell you my life is good but it's not

I wish Missouri , city runners were cold, but they're hot

so many situations to deal with, I can't concentrate

a hundred homies and everyone is fake

how can I make it out the ghetto it want let me go

seems like everytime I do a good deed, good deeds never return to 'Ro

I gave up my last so somebody could have a start

then somebody got me locked behind bars

what a way to show ya love back-homie you a friend for life

for your crime I'm doin time in the Penn tonight

it's bad enough I lost a family my luck ain't live

mama died when I was 6 and Daddy ain't have enough time

to kick it with me-like I wanted him to kick it with me

now that I'm incarcarated you wanna come and visit with me

but I ain't holdin no grudges Daddy I love you that's my word

even though you had me sleeping on a curb...I wish I had another song

These are the days(these are the days)

we cherish them because soon they'll be gone away(soon they'll be gone away)

on to another place

pretty soon I'll be gone

twenty-sum odd years of calling God on this mobile phone

if it wasn't for my life style I'd sing another song

I wish that I was ridin around in a Bentley

but maybe Z-Ro living lavish just ain't meant to be

cause I'm the type of fella that'll give a bum a hundred dollars

I'd rather help out my people instead of poppin my collar

I wish that I could get a million copies sold

if I'm broke I'd rather die I don't want no more poverty-growing old

sometimes I wish that I was somebody else

cause I can't even pay bills even though my CD's wont stay on the shelf

strugglin and I'm strivin and just barely strivin

bobbin and weavin-my last breathe time after time

and it seems that I wont ever get no rest I'm exhausted

tryna make it-compare the price and pain is what the cost is

maybe if I was evil I'd be rolling in bread

until somebody with a pistol come and opened my head

but my mission is keepin ambition

I'm trying so hard even though my soul is scarred-oh Lord...

I wish I had another song

These are the days(these are the days)

we cherish them because soon they'll be gone away(soon they'll be gone away)

on to another place

pretty soon I'll be gone

twenty-summod years of calling God on this mobile phone

if it wasn't for my life style I'd sing another song

I wish that I could sing another song

but my rhythm is too much pain

sunshine is the level that I think I'm on so tell me why it's so much rain

day to day it's a struggle in my lifetime

to keep from tripping I be stayin in the trees

no crimes commited so tell me why I'm doin time

and wont nobody come and set a nigga free

sometimes at night I smoke a cig and sit back

and wonder why the whole world hate me

so much ambition I just gotta pull my wig back

wishing murder would come on and take me

I wish that I could sing another song

I'm tired of sleeping in rivers of tears all night long

no point in wonderin why my people choose to do me wrong

stuck in this reality until my life is over and gone

These are the days(these are the days)

we cherish them because soon they'll be gone away(soon they'll be gone away)

on to another place

pretty soon I'll be gone

twenty-summod years of calling God on this mobile phone

if it wasn't for my life style I'd sing another song