Artist: Trae Album: Tha Truth Song: Book of Life Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) You know the only thing I find crazy these days You can't never get the good without the bad Bad without the worse, I guess God give his strongest battles To his hardest soldiers huh, look [Trae] What the fuck have I ever done to you To make you hate, me but still mistake me And try to relate me, to what you make me And that ain't true, still that won't break me Shit I lost it all, but I'm back again Keeping it real, they got me under attack again Ain't no fuck shit, that's some'ing I'm lacking in I don't trust shit, I see what's happening Fight for what's right, you end up fucked up I'm sick of shit, like why the fuck my luck up See these shoes, you can't see they scuffed up Life was new to you, but mine got roughed up Though disregarded, I been that way since my brother departed I been through hell and back, soon as I started They taking everything away, like a audit Fighting with all that shit, clogging my head Niko losing all the strength in his legs I still can't forget they told me, Clip was dead Wishing they woulda taken me instead How been this murder, too much as a child Mama still answer me, when I'ma smile I tell her don't wait shit, it might be a while I would not run, cause that shit ain't my style I'm going through so much, I'm losing it Trying to pray up my time, 'fore I'm using it I can't see whether life, put a fuse in it Blistering it, like someone abusing it Nothing funny, no point in amusing it I guess life ain't the same, till you choosing it Watch your corner, you never know who's in it I lose everything fast, so I'm cruising it I was chosen, no point of me proving it My nigga Dog, in a third world all alone Phone close, ain't no telling when he calling home Trying to figure, why the fuck they had to him wrong He been gone away a minute, now hs kids grown Older brother doing life, three times nigga Telling me it was ok, but that was lies nigga I know my ways ain't the best, but I tries nigga Every time I go to see him, I wanna cry nigga I can't figure, when everything went bad Lot of niggaz I loved, did me so bad Shoulda knew, why the fuck am I so mad Shut the fuck up don't talk, bitch I'm so mad I'm just giving my story, no notepad I gave everything, what can I take back It ain't nothing you know, that can stop me My advice to you niggaz, is stay back Damn, but I still paid the cost Kinda hard for you to win, you take the loss I feel the devil on my back, shake him off Shit, I guess today ain't made for Trae These days, I fade away But for now, just let me pray