M e [prod. by SIMBA]

Cause that person use to be me

And part of him is still breathing

I keep looking in the mirror

To see which one I'm feeding

I was smoking joints and GBs

Going round like a CD and

I was always with my best friend

But neither of us were really free

Light left my eyes

Each time i got high

I died more inside

I was running from the Truth

The worst part was i knew

I’d roll 1 with the moon

Window down as i cruised

Round 2 around noon

3 times by 4 o’clock

And soon i couldn’t stop

Each day after work

A blunt rolled by 5

I’d walk down the street

A little over a mile

6,000 steps then

Into the tree line

I’d cross over a stream

By a tree on it’s side

I’d sit down on a bench

Where 7 birds fly

I’d give it a spark

Inhale, my soul cried

I’d look up at the sky

Then down at my weed

This battle raged inside

I knew it was killing me

Wouldn’t even get high

It just became a need

Every breath was a sigh

And every time i would breathe

Inside of my mind

One question

One thought

On repeat

Do i want God

Or to be empty?

A hit in between

And then exhale deeply

About half way through it

I would throw it at my feet

Stomp it in the dirt

But feeling so defeated

Walking home with my head low

The .gif repeated

This was my routine

It lasted 8 weeks

Every single day back

To the previous scene

And this entire time

I was making Other Music

But 9 times out of 10

My spirit it was losing

Cause I couldn't escape

All the internal bruising

That my mistakes gave

Cause I tried to paint over it

With a nice shade of white

And overlook the fact

I had fallen from Light

From The Walk Mixtape

That was back in May

But June is when I stumbled

An avalanche it became

The Conversion of a snowball

To boulder rolling away

But only half of that song was true that day

And the next few months

I already portrayed

In the verse before

Light vs. Dark

And my back and forth

Same lesson everyday

But I would crash off course

Alone is what felt

Cause i was running right to hell

I knew the way back

But wouldn't humble myself

Then right after October

I finally got sober again

Only cause a concussion

Knocked some sense in my head

By Kennedy Betts

Was my attempt to confess

11 Road to Jesus songs within two weeks of this

But I never faced the depths

Of how far I transgressed

Thought I could say sorry and then just forget?

But that's not how it works

I let the demons back in

Heavier and worse than the initial bondage

I kept talking about freedom

But i myself was a hostage

The year changed and i was sober now

But binge watching anime

Distracting myself, it’s hard to get out

When you ignore the right way

Then Χριστόφορος was published in May

One month later reaching into darkness

Thought I was giving help

But my heart was still hardened

I still struggled in myself

Story 小説 from then til August

First 12 chapters showed what I really felt

Last 13 were made from memories

September 14th, keep ∞ walking hit the screen

But that same night I took LSD

If you wanna know what happened read my testimony

I was wearing a disguise of where I use to be

More concerned about an image than hypocrisy

Like when i was 15, my mind constantly

Only focused on the social media feed

And my ears were on the lips of the gossipy

Like foursquare where we all just want to be

The king, on top protect our own box that’s the policy

But we try to ignore what we don’t want to see

We gotta transform, prime, 17

Can’t hide, come clean, and honestly

Thought i was 99, Wayne Gretzky

But i had to let go, hold reset key

Cause the Ancient of Days, He sent me

To a place I never want to be

He showed me my mortality

Just over 1/5 of a century

I’m young, but I’m still guilty

I'm healthy, but I'm filthy

And my heart was the first step

Of letting everyone see

The real me

Naked and no lies

No mask to hide behind

KBetts21 was just afraid to die

Scared to let people know the whole truth

This is where i’ve been, and i’ve got no excuse

There’s even more, but it’s not time for that news

And where i am now's getting a lot better too

I’m still working my back But now that i wrote this i

Feel a lot less trapped And closer to You

I know the right words, and they’re easy to spew

Doesn't matter what i say if it’s not what i do

Doesn’t matter what i make, if it’s not made in Truth

I was worshipping myself, instead of worshiping You

And when i say worship Him, something in you wants to cringe

Cause the flesh hates the spirit, that’s the battle within

But this is the Truth

One dies and one lives

So what do you choose?

To resist or give in?

This is the Truth

One dies and one lives

So what do you choose?

To resist or give in?