Cryptic Wisdom - Make A Wish lyrics

[Hook] Every night, I make a wish for you I try to close my eyes But at times I'm forced to face the truth You're all I love, my life I lock myself in the bedroom, bathroom, napping at noon Yeah dad's in a bad mood, he's always snapping at you Marshall what happened that you, you can't stop with these pills And you've fallen off with your sk**s, and your own fans are laughing at you It become a problem you're too p**y to tackle, get up Be a man, stand, a real man would've had this sh** handled Know you just had your heart ripped out and crushed They say Proof just flipped out, homie just whipped out and bust Nah, it ain't like Doody to do that He wouldn't f**in' shoot at, no-body, he fights first But dwelling on it only makes the night worse Now I'm popping Vics, Percs and Methadone pills "Yeah Em, tight verse, you k**ed it" f**ing drug dealers hang around me like yes men And they gonna do whatever I says when, I says it It's in their best interest to protect their investment And I just lost my f**in' best friend, so f** it, I guess then: [Hook] [Verse 2] They ask me am I okay, they ask me if I'm happy Are they asking me that because of the sh** that's been thrown at me Or am I just a little snappy and they genuinely care Doody, most of my life it's just been me and you there And I continuously stare at pictures of you I never got to say I love you as much as I wanted to but I do Yeah I say it now and you can't hear me, what the f** good does That do me now, but somehow I know you're near me in presence Oh, I went and dropped some presents off for Easter to them Two little beautiful boys of yours to try to ease their minds a little And dog you'll never believe this But Sharonda actually talks to me now Jesus and everyone else is just tryna pick up the pieces Man how you touch so many f**ing lives and just leave us [Hook] [Verse 3] They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well, can it load a gun up for you and co*k it too? Well if it can, and the next time you a**ault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault, and I'll get sued See what these kids do is hear 'bout us toting pistols And they wanna get one cause, they think the sh**'s cool Not knowing we really just protecting ourselves We entertainers, of course the sh**'s affecting our sales You ignoramus but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's f**ed up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothing To being able to have any f**ing thing that we wanted That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing Except for a dream and a f**ing rap magazine Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through sh** in they lives So they sit and they cry at night wishing they'd die 'til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe We're nothing to you, but we're the f**ing sh** in they eyes That's why we, seize the moment try to freeze it and own it Squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden [Hook + Interlude] Every night, I make a wish for you (sing) (sing it) I try to close my eyes (come on..) But at times I'm forced to face the truth You're all I love, my life