I'm Tryin
Gonna Get Got Lyrics

They call me, Triple Jigga spit rhymes with vigor
Introducing himself as Triple Jigga who raps energetically

And pull dime
Attracting beautiful women

Chicks like a trigger
Women are attracted to him like a trigger to a gun

Get pulled by (scratched) servicemen on Iraqi Civilians
Describing how innocent civilians in Iraq are traumatized and oppressed by servicemen

Or by LAPD on black street children
Depicting the tragic reality of police brutality against black street children

But fuck the LAPD let's get back to the subject
Showing his anger towards the LAPD but shifting back to the main topic

It's me TRIP G!
Emphasizing his identity as Trip G

I'ma tell ya little bit about myself since y'all Contributed To my personal wealth by buying this here CD
Acknowledging his fans for contributing to his success by buying his album

But if you Downloaded it STOP… If ya paid… LET THE BEAT DROP! And let's continue…
Addressing those who pirated his music to stop but those who paid can enjoy the music

See? Ya give a little get a little
Explaining that he is willing to give and take with his audience

Now 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
Asking a riddle and later answering it metaphorically comparing his lost love to a dove shot by Dick Cheney

But don't let me Stray see Im tryin to stay upon the subject
Asking to remain focused on the main topic

Though I look forward to it like a Drug test
Comparing it to a drug test as he anticipates talking about the subject

See I realize that what you don't heal dies and what I feel lies Deep down where I can't get to it
Recognizing that unaddressed emotions can be toxic and difficult to handle

I'm empty, hollow, just bones flesh, Fluid My hearts got a wall and I can't break through it (AWW)
Experiencing a sense of emptiness and finding it hard to open up emotionally

See my brain Pushed my pain down a long time ago When I was a little boy watchin Barry Manilow
Recalling how he suppressed his pain during his childhood

Feelin joy and pain when he played Copacabana, yo Now I feel nothing Man… where did it go?
Remembering how he used to feel emotions but now they're absent

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! UH
Feeling like he needs to face his pain and let it surface despite how painful it may be because it's better than keeping his pain buried deep within him

CHORUS: I'm Tryin hard to define What I'm tryin 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… UH YO So I slide down The vine of my mind With the help of some weed and some wine tryin to Find What I'm tryin to find but sometimes I just wanna (bang!) And be Free…
Struggling to define what he's seeking but acknowledges it's buried deep within him, also discovering different ways to channel his thoughts and emotions

But then I think of all the people I love and in my mind's The picture Of their faces as they start to bury me.. UH YO So I go back to tryin to find What I'm tryin 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 SEE SEE
Reminded of his loved ones and the thought of leaving them behind signals him to continue his search but he's scared of what he may find

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, I'm talking bout my inner Head Girl I told you, my motherfuckin innards' dead
Asking people to understand his need for space and how he's struggling with his emotions

Cause' every time I try To express myself I had to repress myself and so distress my health
Describing how he's been struggling to express himself and how it affected his well-being

Like When I was in Junior High And the science teacher found my lyrics, Thats When the fear kicks… IN Sin… was what I like to write about Plus homeless Drug addicts, bones, blood, slugs, maggots Unleashing automatics into your Face Until it looked like Bob Sagets'
Remembering how his writing focused on violent themes and the fear of being discovered for it

I imagined a world with no law or Consequences And thus no mental fences, just relentless, death sentences As I Unloaded glock after glock upon flock after flock of jock
Writing about a world with no rules and how it affected his mental state, feeling empowered by it

My fear reaches into Cheerleaders hearts Leaving teachers buried under bleachers with broken Parts Images of burning flags, sperm in rags, German (scratched) With their (scratched) in Herman Munsters' ass In short the typical stuff of Junior High
Imagining his violent writing affecting people around him and causing chaos

But my teacher Saw it went 'My oh my… This is outrageous, we never heard a' this… We have to Get you right out to see a therapist So that we can cure all of your Psychosis…'
His teacher's reaction to his violent writing and suggesting he seek professional help

And I said, 'Bitch you could blow this… I'ma lean right in to Your bad ear and say this shit LOUD AND CLEAR:
Rejecting his teacher's advice and insisting that he won't change his style of writing

(Repeat Chorus)
Repeating the chorus to emphasize his ongoing search for inner peace

So girl Don't cast me out I'm tryin Don't drag me down, I'm flyin.. Don't let me Drown throw a line I'm tryin to get upstairs and find Zion Not to go Downstairs where I'd be fryin Upstairs with Big and Pac to kick rhymes Where You can get yours and I can get mine And maybe find what we tryin to find, but Keep in mind… There's only one person that I love There's only one one person That I love No you can't know their name… Stay away No you can't know their Name… Stay away Stay Away!
Asking for support and understanding in his ongoing search for peace and reiterating his love for someone without revealing their identity.