I really wish i could you know at twenty-one

Youknowhati msayin he heyo yo

[i ma tell you exactly why i do the things

I doyouknowhati m sayin

Gotta carry the weight youknowhati msayin

Go ahead

Yeah! i break it down like this

Verse one:

You see i don t like to remenisce about the past

The lower classno clout livin hand to mouth

Each and every wrong move the police keep count

Make it real fuckin easy to get streched out

I was at the funeral when it all began

You know the painful transition from a boy to men

I lost sight of my mother at the age of nine

Didn t understand death nearly lost my mind

But see life moves on and broke niggas can t change it

Age tennew step family arrangement

At thirteeni started gettin hair on my dick

And noticed me and my sister were gettin treated like shit

I would forever be hit with anything in reach

Then my father would proceed to go to church and preach

About forgivenesspatience all the shit that he lacked

Gettin jump when he said and the head gat cracked

Physical contact was in form of a slap

At the age of fifteen xzibit now hit back

Courtesy of my stepbrotherwho taught me to scrap

Left the bitch on the ground with her eyes on black

Ran away from the house of teresa and nate

Into juvenile detention where i built up hate

I don t remember the date of the judical debate

But legally i was now in custody of the state

Chorus:

And niggas wonder why i sit up in the club and drink

Say what s up to xzibit and i still don t speak

I m trying to contemplate the next move to make

Gotta find some way to release this hate

And niggas wonder why i sit up in the club and drink

Say what s up to xzibit and i still don t speak

I m trying to contemplate the next move to make

Gotta find some way xzibit carry the weight

Interlude: xzibit[j-ro

[yeah it s fucked up though man

[youknowhati msayin

Yo

[the fuck you doin in jail

Insane mani don t know manhe he he

[yeah wats goin on down theregotta get out dude

Yeah i be out in couple of weeks man

Youknowi msayin

[it s popin man

It s cool yo fuck that

[it s popin out here

They can go on and on for that

[i m tellin you it s popin man come home

Verse two:

And that was worse then the treatment i was gettin at home

But only now i was fucked up plus all alone

My father talkin all crazy to me over the phone

Turned age sixteen now on my own

Started running with cats who carried gats cause they had too

With no hesitation lock load then blast you

Without a hastle we in a town of hicks

Fuckin all these chicks

Sellin rock by the bricks

So we feelin like we mothafuckin nino brown

At the house when the mothafuckin man touched down

Screamin demands "let me see your goddamn hands now"

A.t.f. cause of handguns and contraban

We never kept it in the house

So of course we clounded

Only found one pistol took us all down town

We be out by the end of the afternoon

Gettin drunk on the strip let the system boom!

Who would assume mr. qk would chill with a wife

Ty and matt caught bodies

Now they spend there life behind bars

Catchin scars that will not heal

Niggas don t know the half about keepin it real

Chorus 1 1/2

Outro:

Like this

Like thislike that

Yeah! gotta carry the weight

Like this euh!

Bringin live

Yeah! yeah! like this

It s xzibit

Gotta carry the weight

Like that yo!

Like that yo!

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