Got Me F'd Up Lyrics

Woke up this morning to a fucked up phone call

Tear drops falling cause I lost a road dog

Wasn't even from the hood this one hurt hard

I grew up with the homie man his mom's like my mom

We're going to mourn together it's a pain that can't pass

Look out for his children man they grow up so fast

Now they got to grow without a dad that's so sad

Just another victim to the streets, cold facts

Now there's homies talking about revenge, that's all bad

Filling up a car with little kids, all strapped,

Fifty-fifty chance if someone dies they get caught

Then you'll see a mother mourn a son behind bars

25 to life he's just a kid that's so wrong

Man I'm feeling everybody's pain, we've all lost

Common endings tend to be a grave or cell box

Choices come with consequence to learn when we're wrong

17 years later so much shit changed

Got me fucked up if I paroled the same way

All that time I had to learn that crime can not pay

Even when money's exchanged crime does not pay

Trust me bro you're bound to pay the toll and feel pain

that mental type of trauma no good deed will erase

And follow you into the afterlife when hearing your fate

Bringing up a reason not to open the gate

If I could travel back in time all my choices would change

Take away the pain mom's felt all of those days

It's probably what I put her through that almost took her away

Believe me man I know how blessed I am to have her today

I'm never going back to prison I'm doing all that it takes

I don't ever want to hold another gun, I'm okay

Today I'd rather lose my life then cause another one pain

God, don't let me see another mother mourn who she raised

This life is so fucked up, it got me so fucked up

I drank a lot of liquor trying to write this last verse up

It's a drinking type of song man let's all get drunk

And try to understand the feeling where these words come from

I have witnessed shit I never want to have to discuss

So instead of talking about it pour more liquor in my cup

And hope it takes away some pain from the hurting I've done

Same place I grew up, same blocks I sold drugs

How do people hurt the city they claim they love

I'll tell you where it starts man they brainwash young ones

Teach them how to give a fuck that's rule number 1

Claiming having heart for doing crime without one

I remember stubborn younger me, giving a fuck

Using sharpened keys to open doors, coming up,

Stealing from my own community, that's fucking up

That's a real belief in the mind of young thugs