Artist: Rittz
Album:  Top of the Line
Song:   My Window
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Rittz]
Fake smile on my face
Feelin suicidal, safety off of my gun
Can't tell if it's real or a cry for help
but I feel like if I don't make one
I'ma follow through, my girl gonna follow suit
cause she tries every time I'm gone
Last tour she done slit her wrists
And this time she done OD'd, blacked out and broke her arm
Feel bad, lyin to her 'bout the coke I done
The doc said if I keep drinkin Coke and Crown
I won't make it to see 38
then I'm wasted again on the floor in the hotel room
with puke stains on the drapes and the carpet
Got a call at 8 o'clock in the morning
Said my boy took the keys to my car and
drove it through the front door of an Exxon and
cops came and locked him up, they said they had a warrant
Now I'm spendin all my tour money on his lawyer
Lord if, this is you sendin us a warning
I hear it loud and clear, and please God I swear
I won't ignore it
anymore, this type of torment is torture but show us a way
On my knees and I'm screamin to God
And I heard Him say

[Chorus: Rittz]
He told me when it rains it pours
And I can hear the pouring rain
It feels just like a hurricane
just came right outside my window, whoa-oh
But one day when the rain is gone
The thunder from the storm rolls on
I woke up and I seen the sun
and it shine right inside my window
And it feels like, euphoria

[Rittz]
Some kid just said that they into me
And told me everything I rap about
felt like it happened to him identically
That he was listening, to "Misery Loves Company" and "Wishin"
"Rittz, I feel just like you
I'm tryna rap and I'm flunkin school
The only thing I really care about in this world
is my girl and she been fuckin with another dude
And I was hopin maybe you would tell me what to do
I'm tryna make it with the scraps that I have
Workin fast for the stack of some cash
But it's like I'm losin the enthusiasm I have
Tryin to master the craft as a rapper
All I hear is laughter, just got in a scrap with my dad
He hit me in the eye and he blackened it bad
All I ever wanted from him was a pat on the back
And I bet if I was dead he'd be glad"
Hit him back so relax, this how life works
When you feel like you sittin at the bottom, you not
To get better shit'll get worse first
Gotta reverse the negative vibe, keep prayin to God
I don't believe in a made-up curse
Told him that I prayed to the Lord
and He said these words

[Chorus]

[Rittz]
Euphoria, we keep pourin up
a big enormous cup, of Crown Royal, puff
another joint and trust, you're gonna hoist me up
When the devil wanna stick a pitchfork in us
Or wanna burn us in a furnace 'til we boil up
Beggin the Lord above to show remorse for us
We was born in a, metamorphosis
Formed in somethin far less unfortunate
We absorbed enough pain to push the rush
through our veins like a sting from a scorpion
We ashamed cause we can't afford the stuff
we wanna buy, had to find some form of love
Or find a formula, of course sure enough
You in a rut now, layin on the floor in cuffs
They say the storm is comin
But the lightning never shoulda fucked with us
Cause He told me when it, yeah

[Chorus]

{*DJ cuts-n-scratches to the end*}