Mat Lee - That's Life lyrics

I step up to the plate and adjust myself Aim my gaze through the crowd to a**ess my wealth Tap the dirt off my shoes then point to the stands Both my eyes focused on one particular fan Over seven hundred something feet away We make eye contact for what seems like a whole day I won't play, it's so far, but the stage of excitement Brings me back to the pages I write with enlightenment Sure, you know I'm in it to share a little truth With anyone willing to listen to all my dumb riddles and clues It's a scavenger hunt and we're third on the list I try to finish up before the nerds get pissed I am, therefore I like to think I exist On this earth to mark all the right exits It's petty, but then I open my eyes And I'm just in time to blindly catch this pop fly Then i close them again forever chasing This peaceful dream state that keeps my mind up late pacing Back and forth my failed attempts stop hateful debates They keep my brain, chained up and nervous about the evil they make You know it, I know it, I've blown it, you know I'll die alone it's Called the crying game and I sold it like a pro You know it, I know it, I've blown it, you know I'll ride alone Down to hell laughing as the devil tries to slow my roll Please don't get me started on religion When you put all your faith in fairy tales, it never ends well Its never off into the sunset living happily ever after It always ends with RIP when they catch ya My subconscious knows better than that I sold my soul so no one can ever write better than Mat And I'm so thankful my eyes were opened Before I got blindly trapped in hopeless devotion You know it, I know it, I've blown it you know I'll die alone it's Called the crying game and I sold it like a pro You know it, I know it I've blown it you know I'll ride alone Down to hell laughing as the devil tries to slow my roll You know I love sitting outside with the sun on my face My pen scribbling down the rhymes I love their taste Words, verbs adjectives predicates Like i have to get my masters in magic just to rap my sh** I'm just a lyrical wordsmith from humble beginnings From the time i was old enough to think my mind has been spinning Focus tries to creep up on my ADD synapse So i keep connections sharp with hundreds of lyrical chin ups Mat Lee has to be the hip hop equivalent To DEA conducting raids so they can steal your sh** I wanna take a second to thank each and every person That's ever taken a second to listen to all my words its Been a hell of a time, I've written rhyme after rhyme While the government gets paid to spin us lie after lie I'm completely fed up with this bullsh** The way they get away with treating the people you know its foolish