Yo Reminiscing, but i don't trust my memory no more So im cursed to face whatever bitter mysteries are stored In my conscience My psychosis says i'm the dopest but History's telling a different short story Complete with all the mistakes And minus the glory All the nights at home I write alone My life is just boring I'm on the edge of takin' that sh** And makin' that list Of all the other lost souls that said they hate it and quit Another gifted, misfit statistic But sh** Before that I'll go ballistic And keep slangin' this spizzit And try to get rich until joe black visits I'm truly optimistic, dammit How'd i end up with this talent? I promise i didn't plan it Maybe my birth was with the lining of the planets And despite its a struggle somehow i manage [Chorus] But this life ain't fair Nah nah nah nah No this life ain't fair Nah nah nah nah No this life ain't fair Nah nah nah nah No this life ain't fair Nah Nah Yeah