Timmy Little - Things Will Be Fine

I've calmed down now; I was heavy once into drugs
I preferred the opiates, but I'd take whatever it was
I was main veining dope lines and coke lines
Nearly broke dying, until I choked smiling, but I woke finally
In time to see my babies grow, and save my soul
At the rate I'm going I'll shape and mold five Little soldiers
On my word though I'm not cured, still so much work to do
I'm proof though, if you hold too much hurt, just drop it all
And recoup yo
My testament, the debt you in
Can only be paid in flesh, you in
The rest of it, at best, is shit
Your whole life is regret, you in
Detested by society, arrested cause I'm high
And I elect for suicide
Cause I can't deal with strife inside of me
Been messed up, kid, I'm a detriment
Poke holes into my flesh, you in
Infested with depression, shit
My whole life's been a wreck, you in
Rejected by my lies, I be grotesque
But I won't die, so I elect for suicide
Cause I can deal with strife inside of me
But if you stay on your grind, then things will be fine
Or else go to the pen and institution or die
Keep walking the line, like Johnny Cash in your high
So you can hand it over in return get more time
Look deeper my homie, no excuses, man, you ain't blind
Things are falling down around you, my first thought is to hide
Life don't come with a guide, an unpredictable ride
My life's a blessing and it's messy, hope I fix it in time
Now I feel so much, reverberates my nerves
Anxious to the touch, which eviscerates my words
I roll another Dutch as to facilitate my cure
But it can only help so much, I can't eliminate my curse
These medications don't work, my dedication's disturbed
I set my fate as numbered, and I keep count like Big Bird
Recovery's a big word, discovering your triggers
Another G to live hard, but die slow with hit scars
That shit hits hard
My testament, the debt you in
Can only be paid in flesh, you in
The rest of it, at best, is shit
Your whole life is regret, you in
Detested by society, arrested cause I'm high
And I elect for suicide
Cause I can't deal with strife inside of me
Been messed up, kid, I'm a detriment
Poke holes into my flesh, you in
Infested with depression, shit
My whole life's been a wreck, you in
Rejected by my lies, I be grotesque
But I won't die, so I elect for suicide
Cause I can deal with strife inside of me
But if you stay on your grind, then things will be fine
Or else go to the pen and institution or die
Keep walking the line, like Johnny Cash in your high
So you can hand it over in return get more time
Look deeper my homie, no excuses, man, you ain't blind
Things are falling down around you, my first thought is to hide
Life don't come with a guide, an unpredictable ride
My life's a blessing and it's messy, hope I fix it in time
I deal with silent rage
Mind is blocked like mining caves
Finding ways to rhyme
With a mind that's crazed
From my grinding days
Enshrined in that dope haze
My needle and a rope phase
In time, through all my hope, saved
Like a sinner to a pope, praise the Lord
Enforce his wrath and more
On course to forge this path to war
To grasp the glory, can't ignore
Unmask my fury, can't endure
Alas, die slowly can't die pure
Water's holy, bath is filling
Drowning slowly, sins are cured
So you think, but no they're not
Just in remission until you stop
Sustaining focus, abstaining's hopeless
Start feeding coke drips and then you cop
Feeling worthless, like the word is
On the streets you let the world down
And it's hurting, but the truth is
That's absurd, man, you're not cursed, man
No one's perfect, not even this verse is
And this shit is hot, so live and learn
It's what we give, you wanna live
Well, then you need to get off that block
Yeah, you really need to get off that block
But if you stay on your grind, then things will be fine
Yeah, I said you need to stay on your grind, then things will be fine
Yeah, but if you stay on your grind, then things will be fine
Or else go to the pen and institution or die
Keep walking the line, like Johnny Cash in your high
So you can hand it over in return get more time
Look deeper my homie, no excuses, man, you ain't blind
Things are falling down around you, my first thought is to hide
Life don't come with a guide, an unpredictable ride
My life's a blessing and it's messy, hope I fix it in time

Written by:
Timothy Lagarra

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