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-хопDate 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 |