Pov- War Machine

The insightful tale of a young black male who is both looked up to and looked down upon at the same time, sometimes by the same people. V1: Get me the fuck off of that pedestal you got me on That yo daddy on or yo family on or, or POV on But know if I get on my nigga, my nigga we on Until then Ima be gone but if you need me there and cant meet me there then Shit shit Ima be home, my nigga let that be known Cause girl we can be the verbs in my poem In other words we can keep going Deeper than these words I know it Knew it first time I spoke it But I'm tripping shawty I'm tripping hard But I ain't no different I aint no different naw I'm just a man tryna make it Told me life mine for the taking I feel like Tony Montana on yayo I need money power respect and I aint got time to be patient Got a nigga blowing by the pound I'm blazing Smoke until my eyes look Asian Dodie by the ounce I'm faded Bring another round taking shots I'm wasted Like you only get one life don't waste it Fuck I live it so foul its flagrant but These drugs and liquor was a blessing and I feel way up Using addictions to fight my demons till I feel prayed up V2: I'm at the bottom of the bottle and, I'm at the end of the blunt now Thinking how I used to work all night, get off sleep until the end of the bus route Even though a young nigga stuck now, I aint stuck down and I aint stuck out Aint one person who stuck round for the whole ride, Live ya own life what I got out it How bout it, I be drunk driving and hot boxing But that's my problem, Cuase POV that's my potner that's my posse Only nigga I know that make his pockets, my pockets But maybe that's selfish thinking, and that aint no special reason I pray before I rest in peace that its somebody who have respect for me cause These niggas salty need pepper seasoning, got the sauce for whoever else is beefing For real chill, I'm just tryna live good Do so much wrong that it feel good, to hear someone say that I did good And that's real that's real, I mean real good Cause I'm crucified for this suit and tie, between you and I I'm still hood But consider all them nights I stayed up And then tally up the money homie straight up Bridge: (It don't matter if they mind, let it out baby If you got it on yo mind, get it off baby I know you just see the grind and the sauce mayne but I hope I am not yo idol, not at all mayne )