Lyrics Losing Victory - B3ric

We won this rap game
For this amount of fame?
We go through these emotions
And we get all this commotion?

Sometimes, you don't wanna try
When life feels like a drought cause its too dry
But you hope to yourself your wounds will heal by
"Im fine" we lie
Even after losing everyone who you rely
You ignore your cries
So if your tired of the hate
Time to start a riot, no debate
And pick your ass back up
Light the flames in your cage, turn the page from the pub
Sometimes, it's alright
to put up a fight
If someone is putting you down
Don't let your ex bitch
Or your next
Take your crown
Don't let yourself drown while rolling down in the deep
You gotta make faith from a leap
It is not a debate It's just whatever is Fate
You need to breathe a breath of air
Life is unfair to everyone who doesn't take the dare
Because if you never shoot your shot
You never know if you'll succeed or not
So don't ever let one log In your way fog
Up the whole day

We won this rap game
For this amount of fame?
We go through these emotions
And we get all this commotion?

Sometimes, you just want to end it all
And get involved into murders
That are too easy too get solved
Or get an overdose because your feeling under
Your very own blunder so its weathered
By the reality of a feather
Its the mental health and no amount of wealth
Can save you from the stealth of sadness
It is indeed madness
But you got to do a March to May
Like how you need to get an An' to Dre
Say What you Say you fuck up every way
Like living with no truth is fucking the proof
Like it disappears just like a poof
But what does a child do when he is made afraid
He becomes a renegade and starts to ditch his grade
In school he is known as a bandit
And these motherfuckers don't really understand it
They just see, an mc, who just flees
Whenever, he, runs into a cop
Or grabs a gun which go pop, (mhm)
Til' a motherfucker drop, (mhm)
It's impossible to tell this time if I am about to bust
I get so angry but I may do what I must
Time to kick my foot up from this dust
I can't start over now I haven't sat in my seat
I am in the ground too deep, surprised it's not 6 feet
I just want to take some fame envy
its in me to be someone that is great
But there's so many forks and I just go straight
For the grocery it has no effect on me
But I don't sit back and eat some chips'
Instead I am out getting in some lips'
Going on dates and I only give my tips'
To my bitch for the night who uses her hips'
And at the night I feel some pride
That I got some bitch, not to be a bride
Then I remember I striked the seven sins
Just like they were pins
I had a great time but it was all wrong
How do I lose now in this song
But we have to live to the fullest who said it was long

We won this rap game
For this amount of fame?
We go through these emotions
And we get all this commotion?