Jarren Benton - In The End lyrics
[Jarren Benton - In The End lyrics]
Rest In Peace to Chester
Life can really stress ya
Feeling low don’t wanna take extreme measures
Pistol on the dresser
we don’t need the lectures
Know you’re hurting please
Lord relieve the pressure
Trying to reason with the homie
Say he on the edge
He said he down bad, I had to loan him bread
Ain’t gotta pay me back my nigga hold ya head
I know you feeling low but
Nigga know you’re blessed
He looked at me and laughed said
You don’t know the half
He say he sick of living
Life’s a fucking drag
I told him yeah I get it
You know that’s a fact
Don’t let it get you down
Just keep on pushing back
He looked at me and smiled
And said my nigga bet he dapped me up
He hugged me turned around and left
And then I call about my nigga's death
A self inflicted pistol wound
Inside his flesh, damn
Why the good ones gotta go
You had all of the love
Left his babies a note
They can’t comprehend death nor the
Shit that you wrote
How you tell a 3 year old his daddy is gone
Traumatized see the pain in his mamas eyes
She just heard that her son just died
Ain’t not words to be summarized
She was unadvised of your
Pain she felt undermined
What the fuck could I say to
Give you hope to live
Should’ve told you I love you
Before you left the crib
Now I’m haunted by things I
Wish I should’ve did
Got your message but I forgot
To check the shit still hear your voice it’s
Deep inside my head
Grab the phone just to hear
The message that you left
Got a chill as I listened to your last breath
Hear the pain in your voice and
This is what he said
I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go for all this
There's only one thing you should know
I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn't even matter
Rest In Peace to Chester
Life can really stress ya
Feeling low don’t wanna take extreme measures
Pistol on the dresser
We don’t need the lectures
Know you hurting please
Lord relieve the pressure
Life can really stress ya
Feeling low don’t wanna take extreme measures
Pistol on the dresser
we don’t need the lectures
Know you’re hurting please
Lord relieve the pressure
Trying to reason with the homie
Say he on the edge
He said he down bad, I had to loan him bread
Ain’t gotta pay me back my nigga hold ya head
I know you feeling low but
Nigga know you’re blessed
He looked at me and laughed said
You don’t know the half
He say he sick of living
Life’s a fucking drag
I told him yeah I get it
You know that’s a fact
Don’t let it get you down
Just keep on pushing back
He looked at me and smiled
And said my nigga bet he dapped me up
He hugged me turned around and left
And then I call about my nigga's death
A self inflicted pistol wound
Inside his flesh, damn
Why the good ones gotta go
You had all of the love
Left his babies a note
They can’t comprehend death nor the
Shit that you wrote
How you tell a 3 year old his daddy is gone
Traumatized see the pain in his mamas eyes
She just heard that her son just died
Ain’t not words to be summarized
She was unadvised of your
Pain she felt undermined
What the fuck could I say to
Give you hope to live
Should’ve told you I love you
Before you left the crib
Now I’m haunted by things I
Wish I should’ve did
Got your message but I forgot
To check the shit still hear your voice it’s
Deep inside my head
Grab the phone just to hear
The message that you left
Got a chill as I listened to your last breath
Hear the pain in your voice and
This is what he said
I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go for all this
There's only one thing you should know
I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end it doesn't even matter
Rest In Peace to Chester
Life can really stress ya
Feeling low don’t wanna take extreme measures
Pistol on the dresser
We don’t need the lectures
Know you hurting please
Lord relieve the pressure