| My trail and tribulations
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| Turned me into the man that I wanted to be
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| Something bigger than me
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| Something that I could pass down my family tree
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| I got game by the chokehold
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| I’ll never let them breathe
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| And I can never sleep
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| If the suns out
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| I took the pain and made my own route
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| That’s what I’m talking bout
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| Cause if ain’t nobody proud of me I am
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| And shoutout to myself cause I did it with no guidance
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| Who’s ya father?
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| Who’s ya man?
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| Who would bother
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| To shake your hand?
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| When they call
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| They won’t talk
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| They just listen
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| To your thoughts
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| Settle down
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| Sit and breathe
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| Pray the day light
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| Never leaves
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| And the sun won’t set at all
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| No more dancin' with demons
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| Won’t take no chances with demons
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| No more tryna get even
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| This insanity seeping
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| Into these words that I’m reading
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| Outta this holy bible fuck it’s hot
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| Praying for that oxygen
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| That spirit make me Diddy bop
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| I just wanna keep my head
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| I can’t be trusted with lead
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| At least that’s what my shrink said
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| But she live in my head 2
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| Insurance won’t let me get
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| The help that I need to quit
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| Hating my existence
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| Cause my brain is like a prison
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| But the warden fucked up
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| So ain’t no pads on my walls
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| I try to claw until my fingertips bald
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| And I been having withdrawals
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| So now I’m itchin' for a feelin'
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| In this substance and my aura
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| Masked by this scent of green
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| Fuck it’s pungent
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| And I just can’t stop thinking bout the ppl I grew up with
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| Who all grew outta me
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| This memory is what I’m stuck with
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| I just can’t stop thinking bout the ppl I grew up with
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| But nigga fuck it
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| And the sun will set it all
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| Above all else, I love ya’ll niggas |