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rojelio capone - burdens on my mind/rain lyrics

[pre_intro]
_beat plays_
_voicemail plays_
see…when grandma passed away, my breaking point hit and i couldn’t take it anymore. i cried for so long because i was too late to see her in time…i spent so much time at work that i should have spent more time with those i loved..but i was nothing more than a failure…a failure of a grandson…a son to my mother…a husband…and a failure to my sister…i failed….i f_cking failed!

[intro]
burdens on my mind heavy_am i really ready tuh suffuh forevuh on dis planet_feel a bit unsteady
_been a f_ck up_prayin’ that i get my luck up
_you were too late to f_ckin’ see her_so she passed away
_shut up
no…runnin’ from blistuhs_yo little sistuh needed you home
_how…could you just leave her to raise a little baby alone
_i’m…disappointed that’s what yo mama been thinkin’
_how her oldest son is twenty and plenty of years he sinkin’
_you drinkin’ is ruinin’ knowledge
_yo peers finish they college
_and you staring at yo wall in yo bedroom a waste of breath
_maybe death will bring happiness_da fact of da mattuh is_p_rno addiction is temporary happiness_maskin’ it
_and you nevuh will make it as a poet so here’s your casket
_pass you the luger so go ahead and blow yo__gun cl!ck_

[v1]
dyin’ of thirst…
_writin’ my verse…
_lookin’ da mirror…
seenuh tombstone_readin’ my name gettin clearer…

how many lies must i tell myself until death gets nearer

shattuhd the mirror_i’m nothin’ more than uh mortal fearer

i swear tuh god that the walls around me whisperin’ somethin’
“you becomin’ suicidal so get f_ckin’ jumpin”
_“you nuffin’_no bluffin’ so pull the trigguh sumthin’ bettuh f_ckin’ push you to da limit until yo cardiac hushin

(think about it)
god don’t exist so how you apologizin’?
to yo grandma cause you ain’t even make yo arrivin’
(think about it)
yo sistuh even wonder why you left no warnin’..
she raise her little son alone without no real supportin’..
(think about it)
even yo mamma don’t get down with yo wife..
you twenty somethin’ and ain’t even startuh f_ckin’ life..
you said that you’d become a rapper and just make it there
you ain’t no rappuh chico show me all that money_where?
[outro]
_breathing_

burdens on my mind heavy_am i really ready tuh suffuh forevuh on dis planet_feel a bit unsteady
_been a f_ck up_prayin’ that i get my luck up
_you were too late to f_ckin’ see her_so she passed away
_shut up (x4)

- rojelio capone lyrics

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