Brokedowns You Got Miller'd
My life is six feel deep
I can still remember them hustling me
Saying make it official last name middle initial
Lets get you measurements for my fatigues of for my coffin
I couldn't change my mind before they crowned it.
I took a bite I guess I gotta swallow it
You passion was poison I drank every drop of it.
Think of what a man you'll be because of it.
Hold him until theirs nothing left.
I went through my years two became four
Despite my pain and my tears. did you read your contract
You're a thing you're an object you are property
I bitch and bite my tongue I see the choices clear
But I can't help the feeling I got no business here
I can see it hear it taste it it's right there.
It's a feeling a thought an idea I used to share.
In fine print below the bottom line.
It's a backdoor trap and believe it or not eventually you get use to it.
