Outta Control

Can't understand what's going on these days, you know?
My mama don't even want me around, my family's missing me
You know, all this set tripping and shit these days
I don't even know how to handle these situations, you know?
They're getting thick as water, thick as blood, thick as mud
I'll just deal with it, guess I'm going out of control

I'm having problems, from broke down, I ain't never winning
Sinning and grinning is a hobby, out of control, my life is spinning
Nightmares in the daytime, solutions by making myself die
Suicide's for suckers, what would I look like taking my fucking life?
I crack a forty, hold my soul, and it turns my hand stone cold
I think it's so real, but will I live to grow old?
Now voices, I hear conversations, is it a dream?
My heart is still beating, and I feel the flames reaching at me

Five years in the pen, that's what they tell me

For having a gun, finding a victim
It's hard to pick 'em, so I guess I'll be this one
Set tripping's a factor, who's my homies?
Or my foes? I miss them actors
Everybody sees them, but how come only I know?
I sit alone on my black leather couch, staring at my Magnavox
My doors are locked, windows shut so people talk
I lounge and load my Glock, I must be tripping
When I leave, people just stare at me
But when no one's around, I feel some fucking eyes watching me

What should I do? My choices seem to have me confused
If I do it your way instead of my way, I'll probably still lose

With so many problems, I say every day's a bad day
Grab my strap and cock it back, I couldn't find no other way

What do you wanna do? Where do you wanna go?
I don't know, we out of control, out of control
What do you wanna do? Where do you wanna go?
I don't know
What do you wanna do? Where do you wanna go?
I don't know, we out of control, out of control
What do you wanna do? Where do you wanna go?
I don't know

Where should I begin? Lord, forgive me for my sins
As I crack open this bottle and begin to take a sip of Gin
Release me from my pain, soon I'll be numb again

Light up the candle flames as the Emerald City reigns
Take me to the other side, to the dark side of myself

The side nobody knows, the side no one can help

The side inside my head where the voices always speak

And create psychotic scenes much more worse than any dreams

Fatal visions of homicide, I've seen those busters' death
Still ain't found six million ways
That I could take their last breaths
Crazy thoughts of murder turn into thoughts of suicide

Tell me when will I post up in that
Black hearse and take my last ride?
And tell me, who the fuck would care? Would anybody mourn for me?
Come to my graveside with flowers or pour out brew for me?
And remember me as a soldier, always down when some fuck boys start
I might have got my ass whooped, but you
Can't say that D sane, ain't got no heart

So much pain inside my brain, sometimes it's hard to maintain
I wonder how my homie's feeling, he's
About to do eight to ten in the pen, man
And I know it's got to hurt, thinking about your little girl
Being away from the only true love
You ever found in this cold-ass world
But you know I'll always be there for her
You ain't never had a friend like me

Visiting officers deny me because of recent criminal activities
But you know it's all good, though, there
Ain't no way they can separate us, bro
Just keep your head up and don't trip
Off them fools and punk-ass C.O.'s
Continue to keep it real, 'cause you know that's what I'm gonna do
When having to deal with all these busters
Haters, fakes, and fucking fools

Now my mind's lost in a haze and all these problems are getting old
I'm going off the deep end, dog, and I think my life's out of control

What do you wanna do? Where do you wanna go?
I don't know, we out of control, out of control
What do you wanna do? Where do you wanna go?
I don't know
What do you wanna do? Where do you wanna go?
I don't know, we out of control, out of control
What do you wanna do? Where do you wanna go?
I don't know

Dealing with this bullshit in my crazy life of strife

Taking chances for the skrilla, teetering on the edge, no lies
So much drama in this bitch, making my trigger finger itch
And it's these last fucking days, to make it to Heaven's my only wish

Looking back on the past, peeping how I lived it way too fast
From pushing crack to hitting jacks, my
Family wasn't balling when it came to cash
My homies disappearing like ink, feeling like they be playing me cheap
And what homies is staying true? Y'all motherfuckers is failing me
One love to my soldier Moose, locked up
For keeping it real from the beginning
Wish you was out here with your niggas, sinning
But in this fucked up game, ain't nobody winning

We out of control on the block that's
So cold, looking for fetti to fold
Representing eight-five, North Pole, 'til the
Day the higher power takes my fucking soul
Don't know what the future has in store
When the po-po's kicking my fucking door
Had my motherfucker up in handcuffs
Pressed to my temple, a chrome four-four
My world's going downhill, out of control

So who knows when a soldier gon' go?
You'll never know, so I watch my back for them haters and them po-pos

What do you wanna do? Where do you wanna go?
I don't know, we out of control, out of control
What do you wanna do? Where do you wanna go?
I don't know
What do you wanna do? Where do you wanna go?
I don't know, we out of control, out of control
What do you wanna do? Where do you wanna go?
I don't know