Sneak Beatz - Half Dead lyrics

"Swear a n***a feeling like he half dead, like I got half a heart, like I got half a head Cuz it's hard to think and its hard to feel, and the people that I'm meeting now are hardly real And my n***as soldiers, so its hard to drill, that fake sh** in they head, but you hard to k** And I'm glad that my circle never gave a f*ck and they never will, that (f**) hard to steal And you act real hard, are you hard for real? You say you paid but that 10 is yo largest bill Everybody making tracks about "Marvins Room", Im making tracks, I want racks out of Marvins will Thats a figure of speech, rest in peace, I've been grinding I ain't really got rest in weeks Cuz these dreams that I got make it hard to sleep and n***as starving in my family so its hard to eat I like a artist Ima go in on his hardest beat, all my thoughts on my paper it get hard to tweet Turned the television off cuz its hard to see, a n***a on it when I know he ain't as hard as me & I been really tripping on this "Martin" thing, and all the situations that Trayvon starting Being blacks getting harder as the day go by, we went from Martin Luther King, now its Trayvon Martin Damn! No excuses tho, cuz the sh** that I've been writing so exclusive bro See I dont got a car with the top chopped off, but my raps unwrapped, I got a ruthless (roof less) flow So the booths gone grow, I never had bread, Ima make it sh** at least thats what my Dad said Told me that when we spoke thru a see thru gla**, I hopes hes right cuz a n***a feeling half dead (CHORUS) (Sample) "Swear a n***a feeling like he half dead, like I got half a heart, like I got half a head Cuz it's hard to think and its hard to feel,swallow the truth but its usually the hardest pill And the scars is real, I've been to hell and back, so much I can show n***as where hell is at And a seatbelt the last thing you think about, when a n***a in the hood say he selling straps You get praised for that, I was raised in that, in the middle of the dark like a raisinet If you cried no one ever really gave a pat, only pat where we at is a babys back But I was made for that, saved by rap, so shout out anybody that done played my track Shoes ain't important as the sh*t I'm recording so I got a stack of verse where my J's was at I got a team but I'm feeling like are plays is wak, I ain't tripping we just need a couple ways to stack You get in trouble, go to court and the room is empty, get some money do a show and the stage is packed? You lame for that, dont change for rap, man you use to hold a bible where yo chain is at And our people had chains where they ankles at, so Nike socks ain't the reason that they ankles black Damn! No excuses tho, cuz the sh** that I've been writing so exclusive bro See I dont got a car with the top chopped off, but my raps unwrapped, I got a ruthless (roof less) flow So the booths gone grow, I never had bread, Ima make it sh** at least thats what my Dad said Told me that when we spoke thru a see thru gla**, I hopes hes right cuz a n***a feeling half dead