Misery Lights Lyrics

Kings lose crowns, no reign lasts forever

This little endeavor is no attempt to be clever

Just another little ditty from a kid from the city

Grew up in hard times but don't need your pity

Straight hustler from birth spent my days on the block

Spent my nights on the corner slinging weed and rock

Non-stop the money was addictive

Looking for any shorty to let me come and hit it

Hand-to-hand combat was the way of the land

If you never shot a fair one you won't understand

Had a kid at 16

Wasn't part of the plan

Left school, went to work, try to be a good man

I'm still working on it

Let me know what you think

This was my Uncle writing rhymes from the mind like he was pouring a drink

I was sired by the sword like I'm Link

Ganon slamming, N.I.L. like O'Bannon, homie, we on the brink