Eminem -
Life, by Mathers, is life? life is like a big obstacle, in of your optic wanna slow you down, an every you think you've gotten past it its gonna come back, and tackle you to the damn ground, what are friends, are people that you think are friends, but they really your enemies with identities, and to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers, they wanna come back and cut your throat when you lookin, what is money, is what makes a man act funny, money is the of all evil, make them same friends come back around, swearin that they was always down, but it's life...im tired of life, im tired of backstabbin' ass with friendly grins, im tried of commitin so sins, tired of always givin in when bottle of hennie wins, tired of never havin' any tired of havin' skinny friends so full on and many things, im tired of this Dj, playin your shit he spins, im tired of not havin a deal, tired of havin to deal with this bullshit without the steel, tired of in my sorrow, tired of havin to borrow a for gas to start my monte carlo, im tired of motherfuckers sprayin shit an off, im tired of jobs startin off at $5.50 an hour, then this boss wonders why I'm off, of being fired every time i fart and cough, tired of havin to as a gas station clerk for this jerk breatin down my neck, me beserk, im tired of using plastic of workin at buildin square, tired of not a millionare, but if i had a dollars i'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alchoholics, if i had a magic wand, i'd make the world suck my without a condom on, im on the jon, if i had a millions bucks, it be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin armoured trucks, if i had one wish, i would ask for a big enough ass for the world to kiss, im tired of being trash, broke an always poor, of taken pop bottles back to the party store, tired of not havin a phone, tired of not a home to have one in if i did have one on, tired of not drivin a BM, tired of not at GM, tired of wantin to be him, of not sleepin without atylanol PM, tired of not in a packed collessium, tired of not on tour, tired of the same blonde whore, after in the back of a contour, im tired of fakin knots with a stack of ones, a lack of funds, an resort back to guns, of bein stared at, tired of wearin the same damn nike air-hat, tired of steppin in wearin the same pair of luggs, tired of people sayin they're of hearin me rappin bout drugs, tired of other who aint bringin half the skill as me sayin they wasn't feelin me or no-bodies as ill as me, and I'm of radio stations tellin fibs tired of J.L.B. sayin we're hip hop lib's,
but if i had a million i'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alchoholics, if i had a magic wand, i'd make the world suck my without a condom on, im on the john, if i had a bucks, it wouldn't be enough, cos i'd still be out robbin armoured trucks, if i had one wish, i would ask for one big ass for the whole world to kiss,
you know what i'm sayin? im tired of all of bullshit, me to be positive, how am i supposed to be positive when i don't see shit positive, you know i'm sayin? i rapp about shit around me, i see, you what i'm sayin? and now i'm tired of everything, tired of all this, player that's going on in my own city, you can't get or play, you know i'm sayin', but hey, it's though, you know i'm sayin'? i'm fed up, thats my world