Blast Myself

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
I wake up in the morning & I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Before I go to sleep at night I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Look at myself in the mirror & I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
I got problems but too much pride for me to ask for help.
So is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
Tell me where to go to get a peace of mind
Cause all I see is suicide receivin’ me by my tec9
Although my tattoo reads "No more pain"
Lately I feel the needle hit me up in vein
Most of my real niggas are dead
They done left me with my fake friends
The ones that "always need you
But don’t appreciate" friends
I’m solo when I roll
I live & die by myself
That way nobody can blame me for the death of somebody else
Cause the way these niggas hate me is an epidemic
I’m in the line of fire 24/7
Constantly steppin’ in it
Hate me ’cause I’m doin’ good
Hate me ’cause I ain’t doin’ bad
At least I got to be a Dad
But I got no seeds
I used to bleed for some other cats creation
But as far as I’m concerned I would’ve burned for those creations
My family didn’t make it
Make me wonder will I last myself.
So is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
I wake up in the morning & I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Before I go to sleep at night I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Look at myself in the mirror & I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
I got problems but too much pride for me to ask for help.
So is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
It ain’t that I sound like 2Pac
I sound like stress
Just like automatic when I’m down & depressed
I shed tears ’cause I do it so good
Thanks to my nothin’ ass homies off the block
Nigga fuck my hood
I couldn’t shit, shower or shave
Unless I was willin’ to pay
That’s why I wasn’t willin’ to stay
I could do bad by myself
I ain’t even have no money for me
And y’all was laughin’ like me sufferin’ was funny to see
So wonder why I don’t give a fuck about bein’ here
On the other hand I murder muthafuckers
"Do we have a problem here?"
If you beat me to the trigger
I ain’t mad homey
At least I ain’t gotta cry no more
No more feelin’ sad homey
I know Trae got my back
He gon’ look out for my people
God leave me not into temptation
Deliver me from evil
And if it’s my time, I’m ready
If it ain’t, I’m a ask myself.
Man, is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
I wake up in the morning & I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Before I go to sleep at night I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Look at myself in the mirror & I ask myself.
Is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
I got problems but too much pride for me to ask for help.
So is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?

[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
I ain’t tryin’ to be a role model, but I am.
What kind of role model get arrested for 300 grams?
I struggle with my addiction, I ain’t perfect
Realize that it’s bringin’ me closer to my grave
So maybe it’s worth it
The more codeine I drink
The more I’m not awake
I’m like a prisoner
And syrup is the way I escape
But this message is to the kids
Do as I say & not as I do
Cause there could be a brighter future for you
But as for me; all I know is drama, all I know is pain
27 & I don’t know how to smile & that’s a shame
I came in 1977, the first one
By age 10 or 11 full blown smokin’ blunts
Cause weed was what I needed to evade & escape
But reality would end up smackin’ me dead in my face
Now that I’m gone, I got no more cheeks to turn.
So I ask myself, man is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?

[Outro: Z-Ro]
Went to the preacher full of liquor
Tryin’ to ask for help.
Said is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
Movin’ so fast I done fucked around & cast myself.
Man is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
I’m tired of bein’ broke. Where was I when the cash was dealt?
Man is life worth livin’ should I Blast Myself?
I just can’t take it, I ain’t even gotta ask myself.
Maybe life ain’t worth livin’ I’m a Blast Myself.

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