[Verse 1]

Look what the love has gotten me

Every one of you bother me

I give you what's inside of me, you expect an apology

Did away with the modesty

History love the honesty

Misery love the company, I'm in love with the irony

They in love with the mirror

Death is just getting near

I be staring at roots if I could see any clearer

My loins have broughten fruits

Failin' is like fear

Sellin' my soul for freedom is something I couldn't bear

But here we are in the thick of it, sittin' in a predicament

Where I love the hood, but the 'burbs is magnificent

Lookin' at uncle Tommy and trying to show him the differences

Tryin' to show him to love the people that love the blemishes

I remember I was a kid, it was so simple

And trying to get on the list, prayin' to Saint Nicholas

Trying to pinpoint the moment I lost my innocense

My first woman, my first stimulant

The vividness of it all is trickling down the walls of my memory

Now, the feeling's like an accessory

Painting pictures with words, was therapeutic at first

Now, I'm dependent on this beautiful curse

It's like, I need it more than I love it

The freedom of it, I covet

But when it's gone, I get sick to my stomach

I plummet, I vomit

I'm standing on top of a summit, something is coming

I wonder why I be running from it

The gunners is gunnin'

The drummer's is drummin

The hunger is numbing, it's humming, it's ringing

It's singing my name

What am I becoming?

My mother, my brother, my sister, my nigga, my bitch

I love you all, but I'm jumping off of this cliff

Pour yo' nigga a fifth

Give my babies a kiss

Tell 'em I wasn't this, tell 'em I wasn't that

Make sure you tell 'em the facts

When I was working with scraps, started breaking my back

Sins slip through the cracks, nobody gave me a map

And I ain't follow no tracks, I just had to adapt

And whenever they see you bleeding, look at how they react

Fucking folks is profiting off of death

Auctioning off their souls and graveling for a check (yeah)

I just wanna' connect, they just wanna' collect

And that greed is something I ain't expect

Why you feel I'm a threat?

Is it this knife at your neck?

I'm just cutting the rope, you should show some respect

Let me open my chest, let it bleed on the wax

You can hope for the best

And we'll leave it at that (yeah)