S.Y.M Lyrics

My life aint easy bredda

Gun in my throat should I squeeze de trigger?

Tired being one of God's mighty, soldiers

And all who don't like me suck ya mudda

My life aint easy bredda

Gun in my throat should I squeeze de trigger?

Tired being one of God's mighty, soldiers

And all who don't like me suck ya mudda

You and I and Heaven knows

All that glitter isn't gold

And nobody really knows

What life is like behind closed doors

You and I and Heaven knows

All that glitter isn't gold

And nobody really knows

What life is like behind closed doors

I got money in my pockets and I feel good

But inside I'm really lonely and I feel numb

And I cope with a chaser and a brown rum

Scared of therapy, and talking bout my problems

I cant sleep cause theres rats in the ceiling

Ever try to heal her wounds while you bleeding?

Am I worthy of your love of your healing?

Pain can blind you to life's meaning

When I see

Jealousy and hate in my brethren eyes

Shit just breaks my heart cause I hate my own life

Jealous of the people who commit suicide

Cause I wish I had the courage to end my own life

Hold firm

Hold faith

My people looking at me for a way

I got this burden on my chest this weight

I don't really know when is my last day

My life aint easy bredda

Gun in my throat should I squeeze de trigger?

Tired being one of God's mighty, soldiers

And all who don't like me suck ya mudda

My life aint easy bredda

Gun in my throat should I squeeze de trigger?

Tired being one of God's mighty, soldiers

And all who don't like me suck ya mudda

You and I and Heaven knows

All that glitter isn't gold

And nobody really knows

What life is like behind closed doors

You and I and Heaven knows

All that glitter isn't gold

And nobody really knows

What life is like behind closed doors