I Dont Know What To Tell You

Now I'm the first to admit the fact
 I've done a little bit of this and that
 just wanna spit my raps, my life ain't yo' concern
 I ain't gone carry the weight of the world
 and I don't know what to tell you
 I've been to Heaven but I've tasted [bad word]  too
 face the Devil, don't give a [bad word] 
 smack him in his face, kick him inna nuts

 They say I talk a lot
 I walk a block with both feet broke
 the storm a rock, but ain't sinking Red's boat
 I see the coast, but I'm too blurry-eyed to see hope
 inna chokehold
 trying to hold on these ropes
 I've done less wrong than I've done right
 but I can never escape what I've done right
 thinking Lucifer live on Jupiter, he chilling right here
 but I'm killing this nightmare
 not willing to fight fair
 [bad word] with a Nike Air, [bad word] barefoot through the desert
 make the whole damned world follow my neck jerk
 laying it brick by brick
 the kid don't quit until he got a pyramid
 now I'm a stand tall inna Land of the Lost
 you just got laid off? we gone handle yo' boss
 so get yo' hands where my eyes can see 'em
 if you's a human being

 I left my ex-girl in [bad word] hurt, wasn't there for her
 was an expert in putting Red first, though I care for her
 now I'm a broken man
 my life slipping away although I'm holding on with both hands
 for some folks it's dope, I need liquor to calm me
 drink 'til I'm a zombie
 Helsinki ain't no palm trees
 looking back I understand the man I should have been
 but thing is that I [bad word] am haunted by the boogeyman
 I took a stand long time ago, I treat people how I want 'em to treat me
 but [bad word] ain't easy
 when he keeps calling it's hard not to answer
 my number changing like Pampers
 but it don't matter
 is it a bad world or a bad God?
 am I a bad man having a bad day, or bad odds?
 too many damned scars, trying to patch 'em up
 I don't really do it no more but pass the blunt

 Don't you know what you listening to
 a God damned white man singing the blues
 take a good look 'cause I'm the living proof
 trying to walk the narrow road in these [bad word] [bad word] shoes
 Now you know what you listening to
 a God damned white man singing the blues
 take a good look 'cause I'm the living proof
 trying to walk the narrow road in these [bad word] [bad word] shoes

 I was losing my last bit of faith
 my way out wasn't the door but the windowpane
 only thing I had in my life's liquor and misery
 and the only thing I could write was my obituary
 this my way a telling my brothers that I appreciate
 how they kept my vision straight
 reason that I live today
 I miss 'em days when we would just sit and blaze
 talking 'bout which a them chicks got big [bad word] and things
 but things change
 and I ain't gonna be bitter man
 'cause I know that love always wins the hate
 let your fists swing where my eyes can see 'em
 Helsinki, worldwide, if you's a human being..