Brotha Lynch Hung - Nothing Matters lyrics

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung] Here we go again Same old sh** It's kind of hard Yeah, This how I'm feelin mane My n***a Sevin mane C.O.S .... I feel you dog [Hook] My Broken Heart Can Not Lie My Tears Reveal The Feeling Inside Then Nothing Really Matters My Broken Heart Can't Lie You the pain in my empty eyes Because Nothing Really Matters [Verse 1:?] How they expect me to get it right for christ When I got 3 homies thats fightin life Sposed to give the young homies the right advice But I'm knowin damn well they could die tonight sh** I'm ridin like it's 1980-somethin The way I get it in you swear that they paid me somethin But I love 'em n that's all that matters N Ya'll all I got so that's ya'll advantage 'Cuz the only thing they got to look forward to Is me on t.v. gettin an award or two sh**, this is what this cold world will do to you Take the midst outa you for make them apart of you Top of the mountain I'mma carry these n***as N Live it all up, not tryina burry these n***as Man I'm driven by these scars Given 25 years of pain in only 16 bars But its hard, chyeah [Hook] [Verse 2:?] I'm lost in the shadows of night So many reasons to fail Conversations with the demons in hell I hear em whisperin Through the bottle I am sippin Tears drippin On the clippin Put hollows in his business How can I walk away Blood on my hands will never wash away My life is just 1 big eternally awfull day Soul of a Solider gets colder & colder In my sleep I relive my d**h over & over It's lethal, and yet so peaceful In the grave that I dig Failed fatherhood so ain't no saving my kid Yeah independently of some tragic waste Talents counter act the balance of my shattered space It's like sadness is attractive And I'm thrown a kiss Smiling for the sake of others My happiness don't exist I fall apart within my heart & soul What ya'll call a heart, I call a hole [Hook] [Verse 3: COS] I got it Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah I see my life at a stand still I stand alone in a field, both my hands filled One with a pistol, the other with a bottle Hoping God come get me, before a n***a see tomorrow Cuz life's so hollow, filled with nothing but pain The love will never out-weigh the hate That's why I aim to spit the truth But you know how a C do Swear under oath to tell the truth & the whole truth Every time he hit the booth Nothin but facts fall I need a bottle of yacc ya'll Somebody bring it back ya'll We lost somewhere Like you need a little church n a cross somewhere He been fightin off the demons, just smokin & drinkin Up late hardly sleepin like, he scared of dreamin Might be somethin that he see in the mirror, got him Sinkin real deep into a zone just thinkin Nothin matters here [Hook] [Verse 4-Brotha Lynch Hung] Drinkin a lot more beer Smokin a lot more cigarettes Open a lot more n***as chest Oh it hurts. Gotta be a hole in my heart Every once in a while it squirts Every once in a while I got to check to see if it works Next to me, evil lurks Trying to get that monkey off my back Put in evil kneevle work Take Chances, Tango with d**h dances Angle the Tech blasted Angel with d**h asthma I had a best friend that couldn't even last Cuz fame had to send a choke hold, f**in ba*tard Put the lock down on the local, then I pa**ed it I'm one psychotic can't remember my middle name or my last one You can ask her it deteriorates faster & as the World turn my heart burns to ashes as if At my age I could last it It's my page & it ain't Paper or Plastic, & That's it [Hook]