Loser-My life

I've just had a dream that I never will forget And I wish I could erase I was standing on the street with a whole crowd of people And no one knew my name And I was just another face No one looked at me or touched me Spoke to or acknowledged me I had no identity or individuality No thoughts of my own, no mind or personality I was just a no one, a total nonentity [Hook] I'm just a number waiting to be called It is time for confessing it all I'm just another face Yes, it's time for confessing it all [Verse] I can't front, I'm a loser Damn, I need to win Tryna put my faith in God, but everyday I start to sin..sin..sin.sin I need another drink Bad, but it help me think Drunk now and caught hurl in the kitchen sink No security, suffer from insecurity Mah problem, no drug can cure me You woudn't understand, born with a silver spoon I was born with a spark, alone in mah room When will I meet my doom? I always talk about it You know death is at a tongue, I read about it Got a new gun, I can't live without it Cause it gives me power, so I fuckin' shouted it It ain't about money, motherfuck fame It's about the bad thoughts steada in mah brain Sadness, madness, no glad shit, nothin' but bad shit You gotta lose if you wanna win And you gotta have faith if you start to sin Why end if you never begin? That's a story of mah life, let me tell it again, demon within It's a cold-cold world, and everybody sick At least one person died and everybody clicked, shit We can't feed the poor, got money for war Listen to Pac cause he said it before Paranoid, grab your gun if there's a knock on the door An' the girl you used to love, you now call her a whore, damn You gotta cry sometimes to let the pain free I try to hold it inside, so you can't see I can't ride with fake rap cause it ain't me This is my story, you can't change me I bring life to the track, it's barely vital Or you can kill yourself to it, it's suicidal And I ain't goin' psycho, I'm a little sane And I don't speak happy if I'm feelin' pain This is real music, a lot of truth to it I don't need inspiration, the booth do it We all losers, scum bags, no purpose If you worth nothin' then your fuckin' worthless