[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 skills, and your own fans are laughing at you

It become a problem you're too pussy to tackle, get up

Be a man, stand, a real man would've had this shit 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 fuckin' 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 killed it"

Fucking 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 fuckin' best friend, so fuck 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 shit 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 fuck 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 fucking 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 cock it too?

Well if it can, and the next time you assault 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 shit's cool

Not knowing we really just protecting ourselves

We entertainers, of course the shit'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 fucked up ain't it? How we can come from practically nothing

To being able to have any fucking thing that we wanted

That's why we, sing for these kids who don't have a thing

Except for a dream and a fucking 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 shit 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 fucking shit 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