Life, by Marshall Mathers What is life? Life is like a big obstacle In front of your optic will it slow you down And every time you think you've gotten past it It's gonna come back around attacking you to the damn ground What are friends? Friends are people that you think are your friends But they're really your enemies With secret identities and disguises to hide their true colors So even when you think you're close enough to be brothers They wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin' What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny Money is the root of all evil Money will make them same friends come back around Swearin' that they was always down What is life? I'm tired of life I'm tired of backstabbin' ass snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of committin' so many sins Tired of always givin' in when this bottle of henny wins Tired of never havin' any ends Tired of havin' skinny friends hooked on crack and mini dens I'm tired of this DJ playin' your *** when he spins Tired of not havin' a deal Tired of havin' to deal with the bull*** without grabbin' a steal Tired of drownin' in my sorrow Tired of havin' to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo I'm tired of motherfuckin' sprayin' *** and dartin' off I'm tired of jobs startin' off at 5.50 an hour Then this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off Tired of bein' fired every time I fart and cough Tired of havin' to work cause the gas station clerk for this jerk Breathin' down my neck, drivin' me berserk I'm tired of usin' plastic silverware Tired of workin' and buildin' square Tired of not bein' a millionaire But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand I'd make the world *** without a condom on While I'm on the john If I had a million bucks It wouldn't be enough cause I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss I'm tired of bein' white trash, broke and always poor Tired of takin' pot bottles back to the party store Tired of not havin' a phone Tired of not havin' a home to have one in if I did have one on Tired of not drivin' a BM Tired of not workin' at GM Tired of wantin' to be him Tired of not sleepin' without a Tylenol PM Tired of not performin' in the packed Coliseum Tired of not bein' on tour Tired of walkin' the same blonde *** after work in the back of a Contour I'm tired of bakin' knots with a stack of ones Havin' a lack of funds and resortin' back to guns Tired of bein' stared at Tired of wearin' the same damn Nike Air Hat Tired of steppin' in clubs wearin' the same pair of lugs Tired of people sayin' they tired of hearin' me rap about drugs Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the skill as me Sayin' they wasn't feelin' me or nobody's as skilled as me And I'm tired of radio stations tellin' fibs Tired of J-O-B sayin' where hip-hop lives But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand I'd make the world ***s without a condom on While I'm on the john If I had a million bucks It wouldn't be enough Cause I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks If I had one wish I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss You know what I'm sayin'? I'm tired of all of this bull*** Tellin' me to be positive How am I supposed to be positive when I don't see *** positive? You know what I'm sayin'? I rap about *** around me, *** I see You know what I'm sayin'? And right now I'm tired of everything Tired of all this player hatin' that's goin' on in my own city Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'? But hey, it's cooled off You know what I'm sayin'? I'm just fed up That's my word