3911 Lyrics

I ain't to popular

I'm back on your doppler

Yeah yeah

Speak to the pain

I see on the monitor

Yeah yeah

I grip on the mic

The demons ain't stopping him

Yea yea

Turning my pain into words

Hoping you come to observe

Yeah yeah

I remember upstairs in my bedroom

Had the head phones with the good tune

Bumping Kanye but still in school

13 With my head down

Was a good kid in a mad town

Homelife only brought frowns

This the life that I been round

Heard a scream

Seem to be a too likely thing

Parents always bickering

Hole in wall cup shattering

This house wasn't to flattering

Turn the music up til my ears would ring

808 Tape hammering

Just to drift away from this chattering

I ain't to popular

I'm back on your doppler

Yeah yeah

Speak to the pain

I see on the monitor

Yeah yeah

I grip on the mic

The demons ain't stopping him

Yea yea

Turning my pain into words

Hoping you come to observe

Yeah yeah

Now I wake up the next day

Quick to stress bout a essay

Mama uno momente

Why you looking so messy

Why you packing a bag

Why you rocking a turtle neck

Why you acting so mad

Then she turn to me and she say

Almost religiously

Your daddy came back home last night

Too much drinking he lost sight

And honestly I got so mad at him

I start to yell at him and we gon start to fight

And you know how arguing go

Situation get bigger and bigger

A tear drop had fell from her face

At this point now I'm starting to figure

She said that man put his hands on me

Lost all his sanity

Choking his family

Lifted me up from the gravity

Said a profanity

Zero humanity

I pondered on the calamity

Stumbled on minted duality's

That was my father who injured my mother

That truth was the hardest reality

That truth was the hardest reality

I'm starting to lose all my sanity

How I let mama take dat brutality

This event took a shot to my Vanity

And I'm starting to lose all my sanity

I ain't to popular

I'm back on your doppler

Yeah yeah

Speak to the pain

I see on the monitor

Yeah yeah

I grip on the mic

The demons ain't stopping him

Yea yea

Turning my pain into words

Hoping you come to observe

Yeah yeah

And to this very day to scared to wear headphones at night

God where my head gone been 10 whole years on

Still think of that fight

Caught inna daze

Never got past all the days inna maze

What if I turn into him on a whim

What if the bottled up problems begin

What if they right

What if the hurt that I seen as a kid on the block

Boils over and it's to much to stop

What if the thoughts in the back of my head

Weren't just thoughts or imagined up quick on the dot

But they prophesy

And I end up losing my family

Or living in total depravity

At this point now I'm feeling the gravity

But I gotta keep pushing on right

Cause these people is needing my light

Every morning I wake up and fight

Through a life that just feel like a plight

Every day praying and stack up

Hoping I'm backing up

Things that I hear people say

Cause when I go look in the mirror

I see an inferior

Person who let mama cave

Even felon

Has a 3911

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