Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Emmanuel, artist - Ameer Vann. Album song EMMANUEL, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Winston Wolf
Song language: English
Emmanuel |
It’s so hard to say, «I'm sorry,» it’s so hard to self reflect |
Make the world a better place, I’ll put a bullet in my head |
I’m still runnin' outta friends, steady runnin' from the past |
Ain’t no lil' piece of heaven, all these demons that I have |
I am broken, I am tired, I am lonely and depressed |
I am made up of mistakes, I’ll start goin' down the list |
I’m a product of my father, I’m a addict like my sister |
I’m so sick, I need a doctor |
Spent some time in institutions back at home with my mama |
Had to run away to Houston |
Had a girl, she was a goddess, I fucked up and had to lose her |
I see darkness all around me, put my soul into the music |
I am always fuckin' doubting my every single movement |
I saw violence in my home, I seen shit I can’t forget |
I got anxieties and tendencies and memories repressed |
Rip this shit up off my chest, put these bullets in a clip |
Press the muzzle to my face and pull the trigger, now I’m— |
It’s so hard to end it all, I wanna try to make it right |
It’s so hard to live at all, all these obstacles in life |
Make it hard for us all, made a fuck-up of my life |
I’d give anything at all to take back a little time |
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, I’m a runaway slave |
I’m like Malcolm, I’m like Martin bein' locked in a cage |
Tell Jesus, «Come and save me, I got goals and a pager» |
Misdemeanors on the papers, El Dorados on the Daytons |
See me float above the pavement |
I’m a fuckin' mental patient, that’s my fuckin' mission statement |
I’ve been sittin', waitin' patient |
I can hear what niggas sayin', send me curses, see me prayin' |
I could sell a blunt to Satan, all these trenches that I lay in |
All this chaos that I stay in, see my fate and know it’s waitin' |
This a new beginning, call me Jesus, king of niggas |
My sermon is delivered, rollin' swishers, writin' scriptures |
Many pains and many issues, this my written crucifixion |
I’ma sing a song of David, I remember Wayne and Baby |
I done seen them niggas leakin' |
Screamin', «Jesus, come and save me» |
I don’t know if I’ma make it, I just know that life ain’t easy |
Gettin' harder while I’m breathin' |
Niggas die inside of Beamers, they don’t even need a reason |
Guns clappin', get to squeezin' |
Niggas killin', it ain’t easy |
Rent due and it ain’t easy |
Call his name, but he ain’t breathin' |
Mama cryin', it ain’t easy |
Hard times, it ain’t easy |
It ain’t easy |