John Wesley (Rap) - Complaint lyrics

I keep a notebook open with two vacant sets of sixteen And a pen with memories of Cydney Blankenship and Tristi Thirty-two opportunities to talk, make some enemies And put to better use the very blessing that I get to breathe Yeah, I know that I'm often angry but I'm promising That all the speech I offer is positive, but is arguably Hateful, life is full of questions, and we're concluding them And we're comfortable with life instead of constantly improving it I get so bent out of shape at the thought of an American Complaining about a rainy day and talking in arrogance Dissatisfied, upset, because we ain't get what we want or something Thankful for nothing, saying we're starving and clutching our stomach And all I see is a little girl sitting on the floor Holding her dying mother who's trying to hold on for a moment more Daddy died of aids, no support, and all alone At four years old, three younger siblings, 2 dead parents, and no hope Rain, rain go away come again another day God, why do you hate me; why must you rain on my parade? I can't hear a single word you're saying if you're complaining And I want to give that expression on your face an abrasion Little miss sunshine – disturbing reality Every person is battling a plastic personality I'm not vulgar, I'm just through with using euphemisms Converting to Sufism, and shooting up [with] the music business Through this pen I realized I could take my newest vision; And make you believe make-believe so I made it and I threw you in it A few decisions separate my future children From a normal life and a father out to prove his innocence I Thought I was good, but I know I'm lying, fake, and dishonest That's why I stay away from words like hate, obnoxious Never, always, perfect, guarantee, great, and flawless Love, good, best, worst, insane, and promise I don't trust me, I don't love me, I don't want me hurting you Sit me down next to my doubts, they're becoming merciful Rain, rain go away come again another day God, why do you hate me; why must you rain on my parade? I have nothing to say, I'm out of ideas A mouth full of quiet and eyes that don't know how to cry tears You've tried crying out, now, stay ‘bout silence For noise violations you'll be found face-down, dying I don't ask that you k** yourself – know that But why we're found strangled to d**h with your own hands? A gla** of wine and a slow dance When I have a fit I need a mic and an audience to throw at Living and breathing ain't being alive It's living for everyone else [BUT WE CAN KEEP THAT BETWEEN YOU AND I] Speaking your mind is easy, what isn't is leading the blind So do you listen to your heart or believe in your mind? [MY WIFE] has half my time [DEPRESSION] takes the rest of me [“WHAT'D YOU SAY?”] Nothing, I love it when you nag at me incessantly America, I have a complaint, baby, you ain't able To know what pain is or even sustain a sprained ankle I dare you to complain again, I'll make your day painful I'll take your hate and make everything that you say hate you Christianity ain't providing, it's making fables That a relationship with God is only hoping faith will save you We all have faith in this recession of disaster And wonder if Obama is the question or the answer Children die invisible; you're concerned for a will reading You're still breathing, baby; you ain't felt a real beating Rain, rain go away come again another day God, why do you hate me; why must you rain on my parade?