Livin' Today Thru... Lyrics - We Ready, I Declare War - Pastor Troy

[pastor troy] 

Lord I'm sorry, I'm tired 

God I'm tired, God I'm tired 

Don't nobody know what it is, don't nobody know it's like 

I'm livin today thru tommorrow and I know I ain't gon' make it 

[verse 1] 

Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed 

I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth 

I worked for food stamps without the book instead of helping me 

Or blessing me my niggaz below, I thank my niggaz 

And tommy hill can't help me figure a damn thang 

Less than frontin me a pound of weed or some cocaine 

I had got to the same conclusion that uncle sam made 

Don't touch the dope but know it's movin' 

And if it's proven what I'm doin's gonna hurt to the hustle 

That's on the muscle this whole motherfuckin world is trouble 

When I don't laugh took the color, 

Took the color blind while toatin dimes and my nut sack full time, 

I'm grindin playa, damn askin momma may i 

I'm writin fire bet you wanna fuck up nigga start gettin high 

I rely on my mother nature, quarter to break her 

Gotta show her I appreciate her, with all these haters 

That be constantly surrounding me, nowhere to go 

So I smoke some weed and drink some mo' 

Now they my friends and I been in a bunch of crazy moods 

God please excuse quick to race because I love to loose 

Yeah I'm the loser 

[pastor troy] 

God I can't take this no more, I can't take this no more 

I'm sorry, I can't take this no more (*gun goes off*) 

[chorus 2x] 

Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed 

I put the pistol in my mouth and yell fuck the earth 

Livin today thru tommorrow while yesterday was cursed 

I put the pistol in my mouth, put the pistol in my mouth 

[verse 2] 

Now see the thouhgts of what you showin me 

A empty picture as I beg the world for everything 

Never could get a piece of this american dream 

(I took a nap) I took a nap when I wake up the same thang 

Back in trap, shootin craps without shootin guns man that's my life 

They say that I'm the son of god, I thinkin twice 

The price of the leather see and I don't speak 

As I preach keep the pistol in my reach 

'cause niggaz crazy, look at how this doja made me man I don't sweat 

Playin russian roulette with the tech place yo bet 

Love let the devil kill me (I'll be okay) 

'cause I'm gone have to die any fuckin way why not today 

Chorus