Jon Murdock - P.O. Double lyrics
[Jon Murdock - P.O. Double lyrics]
Yeah, feel this, yo
When I was younger
My pockets stayed broke as fuck
Wishing things would change sooner, look up
I stayed hoping but nothing happened
I'm stuck in the same jacket
I'm wanting to change the madness that
I live and gain access
To get this shit I see
These people rocking daily
Like it's nothing
But I'm still sucked into the same suction
Moms couldn't function in the
Morning stayed screamin' up all night
Sniffing fiend and had me
Seeking for the reasons
Why's my life have to be this way?
Each day is like a replay
A week's pay just seeped away no phone
Couldn't pay the bill but had change to fill
They pants with some bags in they pockets
You know these days are real
Didn't give a fuck what anybody said to me
Punched people dead in the face
For standing next to me
Not even my enemy, had me feeling hatred
Walking down the street like
"If anybody say shit"
School picked me out in seventh grade
Think about it thirteen shoved me away
Don't want to think about it
Years passed, still the same shit
Cops on my dick
Smoking weed, walking down the strip
Popping pills to dip
Cats started to flip, set 'em up quick
Took they shit
Kept some, sold the rest, pocket thick, yo
Look at this
Known as a thief on the streets
Cops was lookin'
Didn't have shit all my life, so I took it
And I'm wrong for that?
From this moment, how can it feel
This wrong?
Using drugs
What I do is wrong and I know that
Robbing cats, doing burglaries
I can't hold back
Where's the weed? Roll it up quick
I need to smoke that
Cats I ran with did the same
Shit plus coke and crack
"Get a job, " I heard that same line
Like a million times fuck that
I'd rather pump this coke and
Flip a million dimes
I'd a wrote million rhymes
Thinking 'bout the illest times
That we had killing some time
Still on the grind
Worked a few jobs for lame pay
Spent the money on drugs
My parents did the same shit
Look they broken up
We're doing that shit and
My brain became sober
My pain became older, stressed
Obtained a plan to raise over
The manners that I live with, from day to day
Coped this coke, coped this weed
Flipped heavy to pave the way
Moved into a house with my
Mom and used the basement
Shit started clicking, real quick
Money I'm wastin'
Coped the whip, coped some rims
Coped some other shit
Stress started leaving, calm down
Right in my own crib
Now I'm eating, but I'm paranoid at the law
Now what I do doesn't seem right at all
From this moment, how can it feel
This wrong?
From this moment, how can it feel
This wrong?
When I was younger
My pockets stayed broke as fuck
Wishing things would change sooner, look up
I stayed hoping but nothing happened
I'm stuck in the same jacket
I'm wanting to change the madness that
I live and gain access
To get this shit I see
These people rocking daily
Like it's nothing
But I'm still sucked into the same suction
Moms couldn't function in the
Morning stayed screamin' up all night
Sniffing fiend and had me
Seeking for the reasons
Why's my life have to be this way?
Each day is like a replay
A week's pay just seeped away no phone
Couldn't pay the bill but had change to fill
They pants with some bags in they pockets
You know these days are real
Didn't give a fuck what anybody said to me
Punched people dead in the face
For standing next to me
Not even my enemy, had me feeling hatred
Walking down the street like
"If anybody say shit"
School picked me out in seventh grade
Think about it thirteen shoved me away
Don't want to think about it
Years passed, still the same shit
Cops on my dick
Smoking weed, walking down the strip
Popping pills to dip
Cats started to flip, set 'em up quick
Took they shit
Kept some, sold the rest, pocket thick, yo
Look at this
Known as a thief on the streets
Cops was lookin'
Didn't have shit all my life, so I took it
And I'm wrong for that?
From this moment, how can it feel
This wrong?
Using drugs
What I do is wrong and I know that
Robbing cats, doing burglaries
I can't hold back
Where's the weed? Roll it up quick
I need to smoke that
Cats I ran with did the same
Shit plus coke and crack
"Get a job, " I heard that same line
Like a million times fuck that
I'd rather pump this coke and
Flip a million dimes
I'd a wrote million rhymes
Thinking 'bout the illest times
That we had killing some time
Still on the grind
Worked a few jobs for lame pay
Spent the money on drugs
My parents did the same shit
Look they broken up
We're doing that shit and
My brain became sober
My pain became older, stressed
Obtained a plan to raise over
The manners that I live with, from day to day
Coped this coke, coped this weed
Flipped heavy to pave the way
Moved into a house with my
Mom and used the basement
Shit started clicking, real quick
Money I'm wastin'
Coped the whip, coped some rims
Coped some other shit
Stress started leaving, calm down
Right in my own crib
Now I'm eating, but I'm paranoid at the law
Now what I do doesn't seem right at all
From this moment, how can it feel
This wrong?
From this moment, how can it feel
This wrong?