[Prod by Tee8]

[Intro]

Look:

[Verse]

I’m in the business of cumulating the loss

Walk above the earth

And I heard my presence was lost

At what cost?

Patience is never coming across

Fuck how it be in the trenches of mind wars

Fools talk about “suicide is abhorred”

Inside myself my presences warring

Born sinners, wars in them - alarmed

A Sore winner - hauled wins from the harm

Warm winters, harbinger of scars

Hungry from afar

Demons is fiendin’ for more dinners

I’m guarded from forcing up the bar

Torn-ridden mind, had call-ring up with God

Torn-ridden mind, had call-ring up with God