Twenty-2

1️⃣ Been thinkin 'bout my birth, was it a blessing or a curse Will niggas drink to my death like a blessing in disguise Feel like a burden to the world the way I keep taking Last I checked, I still ain't gave nothin back Mom says I'm waitin my turn, truth is I feel like a toy And the kid's gotten bored, the sight of me is fuckin annoyin And I can feel their eyes on me, I can hear the damn whispers Make the hair on the back of my neck like a cat's whiskers A hubbub of voices in my head, they speaking all at once Everybody got something to say, everybody wanna be judge Everybody want a scoop of ice cream, your pain's such a fuckin rush Everybody acts like family except when you really need 'em, that shit fuckin hurts Can't speak, my throat hurts, went for a check and the doc said talk's cheap Like buy one, get two free, I've been waitin on homie's call since the last two weeks Turnin twenty-two in just two weeks, time moves so fast it don't need two flicks I know I ain't where I wanna be, but ingratitude is not in my vocabulary Live in the moment, smile on my face as I swipe through my photo gallery Reminiscin 'bout memories that didn't seem like a big deal then, now they all history Poured out my heart in this verse like it's Jumat, on my knees I scream Alhamdulillah 2️⃣ It's die-minute, it's five minutes from ninety and the score's tied Funeral scene from No Strings Attached, some dude quoted Einstein He said life is a miracle or something, can't remember the exact words I know my haters tryna make me doubt it, tell 'em I don't speak Morse They read the digits, 1-7-1-1, still tryna decode I don't do remorse, tryna stop the spread so bad I got a chemo I seen hell froze, been thru hell most, Lord knows I nearly went to jail once Or twice, growin up in a ghetto, you bet I done seen a couple woes I done seen a man breathe his last, thanks to that bottle of gin, he kept askin for more Leavin behind a wife and a kid, and maybe a dozen dreams, but who really knows I've seen pops beaten and wounded, workin night shifts just to make a couple more I've had meals sittin on the floor, two times robbers tried to break down the door What's more sickenin is that people who don't even know you get to say screw you Stand at the altar saying I do, but really, do you These cats act like they real, meanwhile they only wanna do you Like a maths problem, then go boast how they schooled ya Like I'm sick of the scrutiny, I'm sick of the hypocrisy Why people livin in glass houses now go throwin stones You know what, you can hurl all you what, I'll turn 'em into stepping stones I'll take the fuckin lemons you gave me, make a lemonade with it Success is best served cold, you can bet I'll pop some ice cubes in it (damn) Pour a glass, gulp it down like it's happy hour, smile at ya like we close knitted The score's 2-2 now, but sooner or later you'll be the one gettin checkmated