Reasons Lyrics - Singles - Diabolic

I'm respected in this game, I rocked every spot I been in 

While you can't show yo face, like Islamic women rockin' linen 

But I'm stuck sleepin' in mom's house without a fuckin' bed 

'Cause these major labels put out whack MCs like Pumpkinhead 

So I ain't touchin' bread, I been duckin' feds 

Can't even hustle for myself, I spend it on some cunt instead 

Got nothin' left, every breath is harder than the last 

And success seems out of reach, slippin' further in the past 

That's why I'm trashed, sparkin up this hash in a session 

Packin' up more angel dust than the attic in heaven 

That's why I'm pissed off like havin' a bladder infection 

With broken catheters left in my dick while I have an erection 

Got me liable to snap in a matter of seconds 

Pullin' Mac-11's like Pun from the back of an Acura Legend 

I just think of my future, past and the present 

Try to capture the essence and find some sort of lastin' impression 

But all I found's a corrupt cop's act of aggression 

Grabbin' me and smashin' my head in with the back of his weapon 

That's why I'm beyond the blessings of a Catholic confession 

And why I take cash when the plate's passed for collection 

I've had it with bein' the illest rapper to step in 

Lackin' success in a game where dudes bite like they don't have a reflection 

I've had it with these labels, so I'm breakin the mold, 'cause they ain't just takin' creative control, they takin' my soul 

The reason I'm a liar, the reason I'm a thief 

The reason that I steal, the reason that I cheat 

Is the reason you avoid me when I'm walkin' down the street 

And it's probably the same reason I'll end up deceased 

The reason I'm a liar, the reason I'm a thief 

The reason that I steal, the reason that I cheat 

Is the reason that I wile out and riot in the streets 

And it's the same reason my fuckin' life'll never have peace 

Yo, I think about hip-hop and how they just take it away 

'Cause I grew up when Wu-Tang got rotational radio play 

But nowadays, if I say shit I'm nothin' but a hater 

Till I pull a rusty razor and cut yo face like fuckin' paper 

Maybe I'm mad 'cause labels use food stamps to pay me 

But I can't be the only one who'd rather hear Bootcamp than Jay-Z 

So yeah, I'm underground, all my fans are backpackers 

But at least my fans don't buy mixtapes full of whack rappers 

I can't front, I listen when I'm in the club, grabbin' tits 

And the bass is so loud, I don't hear the trash you're spittin' 

All that glamour, glitz and packs of crack you're flippin' Won't be real till you stop braggin', and say it was a bad decision 

If you're anything like me, you're poor with a tortured past 

Gettin' beat by pigs 'cause your pants are half off yo ass 

Ain't tossin' cash in photographs with some camera crew 

You was black and blue in handcuffs on New York Avenue 

That's the truth, that's the reason I'm almost suicidal 

Feelin' out of place like Muslims with a Jewish bible 

They takin' drama from my baby momma, now my mind is gone 

Weight of the world on my shoulders, 8 planets piled on 

Rifle drawn, pointed at the cops when you callin' 'em 

6 million ways to die, I'll try all of 'em 

Holdin' a Glock and squeezin' till they stop my breathin' 

I know I'm crazy, don't ask me why, I got my reasons 

The reason I'm a liar, the reason I'm a thief 

The reason that I steal, the reason that I cheat 

Is the reason you avoid me when I'm walkin' down the street 

And it's probably the same reason I'll end up deceased 

The reason I'm a liar, the reason I'm a thief 

The reason that I steal, the reason that I cheat 

Is the reason I wile out and riot in the streets 

And it's the same reason my fuckin' life'll never have peace