Verbal Kent & !llmind - Be Like Mike lyrics

[Hook] Yeah, it's hard to make it in this cold world Blink then it's over, hurts when it's sober Work then it's back to the one bed, one bath Gas not included, Craigslisted sofa If you don't wanna be like you then who will Men wanna be like Mike, women Oprah Living in a system of soldiers I choose freedom even if it means being wanted on posters [Verse 1] I am my own man, might be in the march Itching to start some sh** with some bigoted old man Never wanna get with the program I do what I like, smile bright as I told them I write my own theme music, this isn't teen music This is f**ing serious, people we need music This is my therapy, life is unbearably hard Hip Hop saved me, without it I would hate at the world [?] I probably would've k**ed the motherf**er that tried to k** me His mother and father would've got it for giving birth to him His lawyer would've been in the soil And every member of the jury hurry, north to northwestern memorial But what stopped me is my occupation I'm my own therapist and my own patient And I don't need an ovation from a crowd of fans Just my wife's respect and for my son to be proud of dad, yeah [Hook] Yeah, it's hard to make it in this cold world Blink then it's over, hurts when it's sober Work then it's back to the one bed, one bath Gas not included, Craigslisted sofa If you don't wanna be like you then who will Still men wanna be like Mike, women Oprah Living in the system of soldiers I choose freedom even if it means being wanted on posters [Verse 2] Any moment may be your last moment Why we always going in reverse and then fast forward Most trauma you got you probably asked for it It's probably your fault, you want forgiveness then ask for it You can lie your whole life there's probably a mask for it But when you take it off you walk off in a cast for it Broken promises are hard to heal in this tick tick time bomb That's why I shoot the gift like it's a firearm Pile on good times cause life's too short I wanna win, extend all limbs and hit the pile on I hope I die with the ref standing over my dead body With his hands held high over his head Don't ever say I didn't try my hardest Verse a work of art and I'm a die an artist And I'm a write the plot thick until the plot thickens And when it's thick enough I think of other ways to keep my heart ticking [Hook] Yeah, it's hard to make it in this cold world Blink then it's over, hurts when it's sober Work then it's back to the one bed, one bath Gas not included, Craigslisted the sofa If you don't wanna be like you then who will Still men wanna be like Mike, women Oprah Living in the system of soldiers I choose freedom even if it means being wanted on posters