Guess we all have our dark days
Only a warrior can stand it though
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This is my story:

[Verse 1]
Dear God, this your lost child
I've been waiting for your blessings but i've been a while
And suicide came to thought but I stayed strong
I tried to keep my head up but my day's long
My cold nights got me shaking in my satin sheets
I couldn't picture living, right demons after me
What type of choices I made that got me so neglected?
A good child going bad, I guess i've been infected
Fatal ink with tattoos, my bony body
I'm rapping under depression, it's just another hobby
It's just a waste of time to kick it with my own kind
I ain't lying, they only listen to they own minds
I'm so stressed out, I can't believe i'm still smoking
And everybody hate me now but they hands open
I guess they see me as a clown so imma play the Joker
So imma get my fucking chips and I ain't talking Poker
I thought I told you now

[Chorus]
The suns going down
The nights getting cold
The night took it's toll
But I won't worry
But I won't worry no
The suns going down
The nights getting cold
The night took it's toll
But I won't worry
But I won't worry no
[Verse 2]
They shot my homie down in cold blood
The definition of a Thug, ain't no love
If you dream of drugs
Hypnotized by this Thug living
My decisions got me feeling torn
It's like i'm born in my own prison
Finesse a blunt as I focus on another spliff
I hit the reefer as I start to think and reminisce
Moneys the mission so my competion's sure to die
And if these cowards want me dead I can picture why
Send me to heaven, let me kick it with my dead homie
So I can tell him him how he died when he bled on me
I send regards to his family and friends
I couldn't drown in my misery, I'm flossing my Benz
I got them running to the drawing boards
Another nine hit song, you can't afford
I got 'em paranoid
Shaking in they sneakers while they plotting on my riches
Trynna to do me in with some dirty gang bitches
Uh

[Chorus]
The suns going down
The nights getting cold
The night took it's toll
But I won't worry
But I won't worry no
The suns going down
The nights getting cold
The night took it's toll
But I won't worry
But I won't worry no
[Verse 3]
Retaliation was the method to my madness, I'm going blind
Give me a nine and watch me blast this
When I was ten I got my ass kicked
Papa not around
And so they labeled me a bastard
Sit on my stoop and tie my boots, it's another war
And if you want it, you can get what you bargained for
Too smooth, my blood flows like a Latin Dance
These weak motherfuckers drown in my avalanche
Bow down and get trapped in my sandstorm
You know I'll murder anything I put my hands on
Create Tsunamis with stacked bodies, my last hobby
Assisting nothing but drug dealing in dark lobbies
I guess they playing on my downfall
I gotta play it smart, too focused on this alcohol
I kept it close to heart, hard costs
Because I'm flooded in this nicotine
You know I gotta make it right, by any means

[Chorus]
The suns going down
The nights getting cold
The night took it's toll
But I won't worry
But I won't worry no
The suns going down
The nights getting cold
The night took it's toll
But I won't worry
But I won't worry no