sorrow (syrup rmx)

lord. said all i got is my pain, come watch me drown in my sorrows, i'm petrified of today, and i pray i don't wake tomorrow, cause all i got is my pain, come watch me drown in my sorrows, i'm petrified of today, and i pray i don't wake tomorrow, and i just hope the lord forgive me for my sins, cause i'm back to medicating all my issues once again, once again, all i got is my pain, come watch me drown in my sorrows, i'm petrified of today, and i pray that i don't wake tomorrow, i blow your mind with these rhymes, i paint a picture with words, my inspiration is agony, tell me that ain't absurd, try to break it with the flow, make a mothafucka feel it, nigga either way you cut it, could you really tell the difference?, i would never try to be somebody they consider phony or fake, go take another nigga's stuff then recreate it, no fabrication, or exaggeration, my imagination, been infatuated, with the other side, but my maturation, wasn't comfortable, i left lacerations, on both wrists, on my sleeve stain, when that blood drip, i wasn't fascinated, with the facts of life, but i was terrified of my isolation, man lately, i've been feeling down and out so proceed with caution, cause a nigga like me got used to losses, i've been living in a world that's imaginary, and i wonder is the realism necessary, just had a premonition of a cemetery, and a grave plot with my name on it, i'ma treat it like a motherfuckin reservation, but the way that i've been living, it's the confirmation, played the game and lost;, no consolation, let a young nigga preach to the congregation, i'ma tell the truth on my pure pew, it might take a minute, done a lot of sinnin, never had a friendship, i was contemplating, suicidal thoughts up on the fucking daily, and it manifested into my depression, netted to my problems as an adolescent, goddamn!, gimme a second to set the scene, so to finally understand what the fuck i really mean, in a world full of hate you just sicken with my dream, realize they could never run and send me demanding about an ounce of respect, to attest to the fact that i'm finally coming into my own, with a moment to atone, tell em all that i murdered a microphone, with a story that was talking, to the minuscule minds of the masses, wasn't even ready for the bass, or the motherfucking master, the young lyrical phenom, the master got a beating, i suffocated, i breathe on, i'm looking for a god damn reason, but i'm barely alive, i comprise the bereavement, and when a nigga in it i spit it with cohesion, the medicated mind of a mothafucken heathen, hes down to the ground and nobody believes him, i wonder if i'll ever lose faith in the process, don't, motherfucker try and focus on the progress, a low self esteem can easily impede on the mind of a person that's working to proceed, elevated to a level that no one has ever seen, and my mind ain't right i can never stay sober, negative attitude when i feel like it's all over, i came in the world with a question, but i was never given the courtesy of an answer, instead i was left with, a soul full of hate, you could see it in my eyes, all i wanted was the love that i was so proud of, that was pushed to the side, with any type of compassion you wouldn't give a fuck if a nigga wasn't rapping, you're young and you're black, they see you as a distraction, we're all slaves on the inside, even though you want to think that you're free, please never believe it, done, yeah, uh-huh, all i got is my pain, come watch me drown in my sorrows, i'm petrified of today, i pray i don't wake tomorrow, yeah, uh-huh, look, yeah, and i just hope the lord forgive me for my sins, back to medicating every single issue once again, nigga, all i got is my pain, watch me drown in my sorrows, petrified of today, i pray i don't wake tomorrow, lord.