Smoke too many Newports Plus attend too many court dates to cool off Been with too many women in sin Committing too much adultery Not to have a Queen and seed to hold close to me Been a while since I listened to the Lord when he spoke to me, I seem to just live for today Was born to decay and dont do my best to pray five times a day Gotta get saved, but who knows if Allah will forgive my ways Played too many 2 bottles of EJ and Cognac, blunt wraps, rolled with haze Made more mistakes than most And at this point it seems like a waste to try and shake my ghost Most of my life never loved myself And that lead me to scaring and drugging myself Lately I been wondering about my brothers health Cuz we too stubborn to ask one another for help So we just wait for the outcome and act on stealth I laugh to keep from crying Insomniac dont sleep like itll actually aide in the fight to keep me from dying Fear of failure never kept me from trying High school drop out, Moms house kicked out My slick mouth had a knack for startin beef just to bring them fists out Took that slick route on a quest for papers and wound up in places Where angels sold their wings for the worst disgraces Im not your basic So I really dont give a fuck if I dont happen to make your radio playlist Tryin to find a way to rhyme all my problems gone and extend my arms To cradle the soul of my children that never made this world born Tryna brush the dust off my holy Quran These aint just songs, these are prayers from a sinner Who might see paradise in a dream but probably never get to enter See I wrestle with the devil to control my temper That tempest is buried inside every one of us And that temptress is looking to screw the strength out of every last one of us Its too easy for this world to get the best of us I got a knack for fucking up, never felt that I was owed Any results from the blessings bestowed Grown from a boy to a man, so Im ready if tomorrow is finally the end of my road Let truth be told Yall dont hear me, you feel me A glimpse of hope in the eye of the tired and weary The will to survive make me see things clearly First was the word and if life is a test Hope we graded on a curve cuz we weak in the flesh Most seek treasures of fools gold and will never understand the meaning of X I speak from the chest, all I want is to be free and the relief from the stress So if that means death, Imma be my own Savior Just had to speak my peace before I meet my maker... I just had to speak my peace before I meet my maker....
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