Guess I'm torn; Can this life I afford?

Put my daughter down early and roll to the liquor store

Grab the bottle by the nozzle, dump the 40 out

Man, it’s no wonder I'm poor, ‘cause I poured the contents

'Til my tongue can absorb the droplets

Thinking the drinking is fixing to help quench the worst thirst

But sickening, while sipping these I'm missing her first words

Berserk is an understatement, I’m getting plastered

I don't kick the habit it might turn to disaster

I give more affection to this fucking addiction I'll be nonexistent, baby grows up a bastard

Mastered the art of crashing the cars after the bars

Excuse my rational thoughts and rashes from thots and passing the bongs

When my afterlife's on, I’m hoping that they're glad that I'm gone (Shit)

‘Cause this Big Poppa is ready to die

I've been living a lie, time to set it aside

Tell my baby don't cry

The only way to humble myself is to have my head up in the sky

Optimism; I'll never have

Better off in prison, I bet on that

Best not to listen if your stomach lacks

Just drape my coffin in linen to rest in black

I couldn't rock this shit as the lesser half

So you'll just be another kid who misses her dad