My Last Song Lyrics

Just throw me in the dirt don't even waste a casket

Cause I'm a piece of dirt she calling me a bastard

She threw out all my shirts, and talked about my mother

I tried to make it work but don't think I can love her

I call you a bitch and then you call your brother

This wouldn't be a first for me

Ten years old I'd do a nigga bad

His older brother come and really want the worst for me

Take my L and I'd be pissed

Had nobody fight my battles

Who I call when I get whipped

I can't call my older sister

I can't tell my parents this

I don't mean that disrespectful

I just know they care

The cycle my whole life

I hate I feel like no one's there

I finally got a therapist

Yesterday was my third session I'm finally sharin it

Ain't realize how much I had built inside

Went to sleep I almost cried

I wish God would take my side

Take my rib and make my bride

Adam was alone he wasn't lonely

Read the scripture right

Reading scriptures late at night

Tried to take my own advice

It made me ice cold

We can't get along

Sold me out she did me wrong

Hate you but don't get me wrong

Hate be throwing me off track

And I can't make you love me back

You can point your fingers I'll get laughed at

And get past that

Opportunities passed on

I think this might be my last song

Last song

I spent hours after hours just to be forgot

They never gave me flowers only love me nots

I wasted all these years chasing dreams

And they've passed on

This might be my last song

Now we back to present day

Wake up and I hit the jay

Go to work you couldn't tell

I act like everything's okay

Told Dashaun to hit me if he needs some help

But I'm still tryna free myself

I just lead a double life

I don't know how to be myself

Prolly don't deserve a wife

I don't how to treat myself

Tryna change, I know life is not a game

I've been going through some things

But I been growin through my pain

I went home it's not the same

And I can't change what I can't change

Nah

I can't change the fam

One thing I know that I know for certain

I used to respect my elders

I cussed out my Uncle Sherman

Uncle Vince was a pastor

I still listen to his sermons

Read the Bible front to back

And you would think it wasn't working

Went on tour, New York and back

And now I think it wasn't worth it

Ten years of sunk cost and nothin certain

Even tho I know I'm different

Even tho I know I'm spittin

Don't ask me what's coming next

I think you should know I'm quitting

My mom ain't raise no quitter

My heart is bitter

I'm tryna die a saint

Was born a sinner

A different litter

I'm reading Job

It got me in a different mode

I been tryna save my soul

I prayed to God he let me know

Remember back in seventh grade I used to play the Saxophone

Present day my monies blown

I look around my friend are gone

I know a lot is going on

Tired of livin on my own

I'm tryna make this house a home