Baroque Lyrics

At times I hate life

It's a sick joke

Sick of the

Chaos tied up with the piece

Could say that's the object of my grief

At times I hate life

It's a sick joke

Sick of me

Watching loved ones get deceased

Getting hard to stomach

Bitter sweet

These niggas sound funny

Just a joke I feel

Styles built around money

Just Baroque I feel

Cuz in the scope of things

I've seen and I've scoped for real

The diamond and gold chains

Just seems parochial

So I rhyme about pain

And how to cope and deal

Cuz the ones I loved mainly

They didn't know until

It just became too late

And they were close to keeling

Oversight that great

I know my soul won't heal

At times I go and I kneel

Then I go and I press

My two hands together

Like I'm holding my breath

God I hope I prayed right

And my soul has been blessed

At times I hate life

But it's the only thing left

At times I hate life

It's a sick joke

Sick of the

Chaos tied up with the piece

Could say that's the object of my grief

At times I hate life

It's a sick joke

Sick of me

Watching loved ones get deceased

Getting hard to stomach

Bitter sweet

I wasn't there for the ones that needed me most

The ones that cared tried their best at keeping me close

Sometimes near to death I'm feeling reproach

I might just find a chair

I'm at the end of my rope

If there's a God up there

Can you send me some kind of note

If there's a God up there

I need help with guiding this boat

Signs to afloat

Cuz I'm drowning in my sorrow

Running out of time

I wasn't down to even borrow

Looking at this Nine

Staring down into the barrell

At times I hate life

But I'm dying to see tomorrow