I'm Tryin' Songtext
von gONNA gET gOT

They call me triple jigger
Spit rhymes with vigor
And pull dime kicks like a trigger
Get pulled by motherfuckers, man

On our fucking civilians
Or by LAPD on black street children
But fuck the LAPD
Let′s get back to the subject, it's me
I′ma tell you a little bit about myself
Since y'all contributed to my personal wealth
By buying this here CD
But if you downloaded it, stop
If you paid, hit the beat drop
And let's continue

See, you give a little, get a little
Here′s a little riddle
Who′s the man who fell in love
Then watched all his hopes as they fell like a dove
That got shot out the sky by Dick Cheney?


Man, that guy's a dick, but don′t let me stray

See, I'm trying to stay up on the subject
Though I look forward to it like a drug test
See, I realize that what you don′t heal dies
And what I feel lies deep down where I can't get to it
I′m empty, hollow, just bone, flesh, fluid
My heart's got a wall and I can't break through it
See, my brain pushed my pain down a long time ago
When I was a little boy watching Barry Manilow
Feeling joy and pain when he did Copacabana, yo
Now I feel nothing, man, where did it go?

I don′t know, but I know I must go
Down below to where the pain lies
And let the pain rise
′Cause when Satan dies
Is when I look into his eyes and my damn brain cries


I'm trying hard to define what I′m trying hard to find
But I'm finding it hard ′cause it's deep in my mind
And I′m sometimes scared of what I might see
Still I slide down the vine of my mind
With the help of some weed and some wine
Trying to find what I'm trying to find
But sometimes I just want to kill and be free

But then I think of all the people I love
And in my mind's the pictures of their faces
As they start to bury me

So I go back to trying to find what I′m trying hard to find
But I still find it hard ′cause I'm deep in my mind
And I′m sometimes scared of what I might see

Think that you can email me and get up in my face?
Back off, I need my space
And I ain't talking ′bout no internet
Talking 'bout my inner head

Girl, I told you my motherfucking innards dead
′Cause every time I try to express myself

Had to repress myself and so distress my health

Like when I was in junior high
And the science teacher found my lyrics
That's when the fear kicks in
Sin was what I liked to write about
Plus homeless drug addicts
Bones, blood, slugs, maggots
Unleashing automatics into your face
Until it looks like Bob Saget's

I imagined a world with no law or consequences
And plus no mental fences
Just relentless death sentences
A cyan-loaded Glock after Glock
A porn flock after flock of jocks
My fear reaches into cheerleaders′ hearts
Leaving teachers buried under bleachers with broken parts
Images of burning flags, sperm in rags
German fuckers with their fucking German monksters′ ass

In short, the typical stuff of junior high
But my teacher saw it, went "My oh my

This is outrageous, we never heard of this
We have to get you right out to see a therapist

So that we can cure all of your psychosis"
And I said "Bitch, you can blow this
I'ma lean right into your bad ear
And say this shit loud and clear"

I′m trying hard to define what I'm trying hard to find
But I′m finding it hard 'cause it′s deep in my mind
And I'm sometimes scared of what I might see
Still I slide down the vine of my mind
With the help of some weed and some wine
Trying to find what I'm trying to find
But sometimes I just want to kill and be free

But then I think of all the people I love
And in my mind′s the pictures of their faces
As they start to bury me

So I go back to trying to find what I′m trying hard to find
But I still find it hard 'cause I′m deep in my mind
And I'm sometimes scared of what I might see

So girl, don′t cast me out, I'm trying
Don′t drag me down, I'm flying
Don't let me drown, throw a line
I′m trying to get up there and find Zion
Not to go downstairs where I′d be crying
Upstairs with big-ass pots to kick rhymes
Where you can get yours and I can get mine
And maybe find what we trying to find
But keep in mind
There's only one, one person that I love

There′s only one, one person that I love

No, you can't know the name
No, you can′t know the name
No, you can't know the name
No, you can′t know the name
Stay away, stay away, stay away, stay away
No, you can't know the name
No, you can't know the name
Stay away, stay away, stay away, stay away
Stay away, stay away, stay away

I′m trying hard to define what I′m trying hard to find
But I'm finding it hard ′cause it's deep in my mind
And I′m sometimes scared of what I might see
Still I slide down the vine of my mind
With the help of some weed and some wine
Trying to find what I'm trying to find
But sometimes I just want to kill and be free

But then I think of all the people I love
And in my mind′s the pictures of their faces
As they start to bury me

So I go back to trying to find what I'm trying hard to find
But I still find it hard 'cause I′m deep in my mind
And I′m sometimes scared of what I might see