[Intro]

I guess he's dead again

Father forgive me for you know that I am always sinning

I take no interest partying with liquor fucking up my system

Father forgive me, father forgive me, father forgive me, uh

[Verse 1]

Cuz I been

Praying to my God wishing that this life will last

And I'm Praying to my God begging him that I don't crash

And I'm praying for a light hoping that this drive will last

'cause I'm listening to X and it got me feeling sad well

Not really that shit just made me think

And thinking made me feel feelings put me on the brink

Of believing my whole life is in the trash or in the sink

But I still can't open tp to you like a broken link

I'm Lost

And confused I don't show it

Unless its in my music or my life's moving the slowest

I'm not doing right it don’t take a genius to know it

I lay low but still doing writes like I'm a poet

I deserve human rights but I'm getting left like I'm Oprah

I feel like I'm floating in these feelings like an ocean

I was high half the month and I ain't even into smoking

Didn’t cry at all that month but I was close to I was choking

Who gon' save him?

I ain't talking asphyxiation

I can't lie tho that shit was killing me like Jason

Actions I'm not taking I was just sitting round waiting

Pacing back and forth my mind is an equestrian it's racing

Our relations resembled that of Beast Boy's and Raven's

Started off one way and then changed like the moon's phases

Every day I'm thinking 'bout some new shit to stress over

Overthinking over nothing over fuck-shit I can't function

But have too if I don't have one problem then I'll have two

Like if I don't have I then how am I gon' have you?

Quit it with the lies so now from Ty you only have truth

Please don't cut my roots if I'm the one supplying you fruit

Excuse my black thoughts because my quest is to find love too

[Verse 2]

Day of the Dead's a month away I'm thinking where the fuck's my grave

Surprised my friends ain't turn away surprised my hair ain't turn to grey

Prize possessions I'm a slave to my thoughts and to my brain

Mental state on GTA when you engage in foul play

My gauge is full I'm wide awake paid in full I need my cake

But I was broke as glasses on the table once it starts to shake

They don't like my conscious takes they don't get the bars I say

They prefer some shit thats flawed but makes you do the Harlem Shake

Can you explain what it takes to get a like repost and play?

Nah, fuck an explanation i work on my craft from 8 to 8

How sweet the sound amazing grace of the look on haters' faces

Once they see me doing good like Jesse Owen's relay race

Look in the mirror see my face, thinking..

(glass breaks)