Diabolic - Behind Bars lyrics

[Diabolic - Behind Bars lyrics]

I wake up to vodka, tonic, child support
Lots of chronic hung over, blunt rolled up
Just trying not to vomit
The God's honest truth? I cut
My baby mama loose
'cuz the bitch got rotten roots that
Made me wanna cock and shoot
Cops in hot pursuit
Just doing what I gotta do
I'm out making product move
She claims that I'm knocking boots
But how the fuck's my daughter gonna
Be proud of papa dukes
If daddy's broke, got no loot
Can't afford to cop her shoes
That's not what fathers do
I make sure my daughter eats
Lock the door before she sleeps
Try to keep her off the street
Her mama tortures me
Of course I'm forced to deal with it
All this drama brought to me
Like I'm some sort of meal ticket
I feel sickness
Nauseated by the hunger pangs
Ain't trying to run the game, I want a piece
Fuck the fame what's her name got my mother
Looking at her son ashamed
So I'm drinking, thinking back
Like "when's it all gonna change?"

Life ain't shit but liquor and splitting L's
Closed off to the outside world in a shell
Behind bars, feeling more like I'm in a cell
Attitude's like "I don't give a fuck
Give 'em hell!"

I'm an alcoholic pot smoker
Chances are I'm not sober
But, I don't make my seed deal with
The chip on her pop's shoulder
I never got over feeling
Like I've been forsaken
Broke, living in this basement
At a loss for inspiration
Committing sins of Satan to fill
These dinner plates and
Have some dough to finish making
A lying thief's vindication
Been as patient as I can
But now I'm finished waiting
I'mma bring the winds of change in
For some kind of simulation
My innovation could have got
Me major label love but, I can't lie
Instead of swallowing my pride
I taste my blood
The weight above from this paper
Left my shoulders crushed
Like I'm in a cobra clutch, stuck
Being broke as fuck
My wifey now is real, claims I never open up
"Why you always going buckwild
Like you smoking dust?"
I don't know enough to answer, I apologize
I'm just stopping by to tell you 'fore
I take this shot and hide

I sold drugs and took a few
All my friends took them too
Guzzling that crooked brew
Ain't shit I'm shook to do
Wifey said "think of how your
Moms would look at you"
Now I'm apologizing to her for the
Shit I put her through
Used to think there were some
People I just couldn't lose
Burn a bridge, watch it
Turn to shit, rebuild, good as new
That wouldn't prove to be true
The more I recollect
I was wrong, but better yet
Greedy for that treasure chest
Left for death
The pressure gets to me to eat a meal
Makes it hard to keep it real
All I do is cheat and steal
What I see and feel's bottle up like ketamine
Replaced by dime and nickel schemes
Balanced on a triple-beam
Every relationship I had got
Blown to smithereens
Drama I was in between wiped
Them out like Mr clean i lived the dream
Thinking I'd wake up and save the day
That's all I came to say
Now I'mma drink the pain away

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