Born Loser Songtext

DMX - Born LoserThe born loser, not because I choose to beBut because all the bad shit happens to meI got kids, but their mothers don't want them to know meSisters used to like me but now they call me "homie"Used to have a family, now I'm out on my ownHad to scrap with a pit because I tried to take his boneBitches don't like me, they don't kiss me or hug meThey call me "kill pretty" because I'm mad uglyI used to get pussy, but I busted off quickNow I gets none so I gotta beat my dickTimes are hard in the ghetto, I gotta steal for a livingEating turkey-flavored Now & Laters for ThanksgivingIf that ain't enough, life is rough I swearI don't have an address so I can't get welfareThey kicked me out the shelter because they said I smelled aLittle like the living dead and looked like Helter SkelterMy clothes are so funky, they're bad for my healthSometimes at night my pants go to the bathroom by themselfEven when I was little nothing went my wayI got beat up and chased home from school every dayAnd despite the fact I want all the brothers beesOn my report card, I didn't get F's, I got C'sBut for those who choose to snoozeCause I was born with no hope, I got nothing to loseThe born loser, a title I was branded withWent to Liberty Island, and got stranded withThe Statue of Liberty, but they didn't really have toLeave my black ass there until the day afterNo time for laughter, this shit's for realRibs are showing through my back cause I haven't had a mealIn a week, you can see bones in my handsThe raccoons beat me to the garbage cansI'm starving Marvin, and it shouldn't be like thatThe only thing that I'm carving is an alley catBut sometimes in the daytimes I dream of a ManwichBut all I'm really eating is an oxygen sandwichFor those that don't know, that's two pieces of bread strapped togetherOr I'll have a rain sandwich, depending on the weatherBorn Loser caught up in the gameAnd I ain't even got nobody to blameThe Born Loser,y eah, that used to me my M-OWhen I couldn't get a soul to listen to my demoDoors shut in my face until I started jamming themI'm behind the doors now and I'm the one slamming themI did what I had to to get where I gotThough I'll admit what I had to do was a lotI gave it a shot, and sometimes I had to shootCatching vics just to get a little lootI thought it was cute and didn't care who knewMess around, get in my way and I'll bag you, tooCause I was born to lose straight from the beginningIn the dugout because I struck out the first inningWinning was everything, that's why I had toAsk my man to find the loot, and he said "I'd be glad to"Now who needs a major label? We got our ownI'm the Divine Master of the UnknownAin't nothing changed, I'm the same as beforeWhen oppoertunity knocked I just answered the doorCriminal at heart even though I don't show itI was always a winner but I just didn't know it