Lyrics Desperate - Ugly Heroes

Yeah
Bring the drums in
Uh, yeah
A 1-2, yeah
Yeah, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Yeah, supposed to do
Check it out, uh
Listen

I'm in my flat flat broke, black smoke
The voice in the back of my mind's eyes have hope
I have rope, I could end it all feelin' that
Local rapper found hanging from a ceiling fan
That would be the easy way out though
But what would that amount to apart from a outro
It's not what I'm about yo, I'm never for shortcuts
A taken life is never right, that's something the lord does
Sortin' through these past dues, my choices led to bad moves
No soap in the bathroom, I don't want to hustle but I have to
Back to the drawing board
Zip locks stock up on what the clients want
I am taught but I won't listen
Self-destructive sort of like I want to fail
But what I want to feel isn't what moves me
Why I grab a pen and stick to this loose-leaf

So what the fuck are we supposed to do?
What the fuck are we supposed to do?
Don't even have a rope to hold on to
So what the fuck are we supposed to do? Come on
No way out for us to make that move
So what the fuck are we supposed to do?
What the fuck are we supposed to do?
Tell me what are we supposed to do?

While these motherfuckers pop bottles
I'm taking pop bottles back into the store so I can get some Top Ramen
What the fuck they know about that rock-bottom
Everyone I know is feeling down-trodden
Everyone I know is still all about robbin'
I'm not talkin' 'bout a stick up, uh
I'm talkin' liftin' up that drawer before that afternoon pick-up
Shattering that tax bracket you sick of
On some get up, get out and get some this shit, come on
The mind wanders when you're poverty-stricken
And only hope you're holding on to is a lottery ticket
Bills piling up so don't see you smiling much
Start thinking of some violent stuff
Like umm, why the fuck don't I just get a pint of some rum
A nine and tuck it between my teeth and say good-bye I'm done
Economy is down and suicides are up
We rather die by a gun than let this world be the death of us

This world'll fuck you and expect you just to smile through it
Waking up is a reminder thinking why do it
They wonder why these motherfuckers snap
One minute a family man until he's walking in that planet
He's thinking, where the fuck's my overtime?
Last resorts become solutions to a sober mind
An empty bottle list the fucking demands like
"Hey Joe, where you going with that gun in your hand?"

Yeah, feeling like there's one way out of this hole
Feel the weight of the world, your hate feeling out of control
Either I'mma see the light or the light'll burn out
No mistake though it's never too late to turn around
Turnin' out to be a catch 2-2
Not a stretch for me to fetch the 2-2
I know that's a bit theatrical
But this poison is pungent, it's just so suspect
How much I've been avoiding the subject