My life is like an open Bible,
I preach my goodness, not the hatred.
God can you feel me I’m in hell,
The lucifer’s beating me until I’m so red.
Every move I make,
Every breath I took.
Mistress upon mistakes
I against the world I am an open book.
Lately, I can’t really remember,
Anything that’ll make me happy.
Let the drumroll take at a funeral,
Twenty-seven gun salute and dusty.
I’ve been thriving on my miseries,
Letting nobody overtake my happiness.
Thank God that I’m blessed so no denies
I against the world and I are not sexiness.
Sparked up a campfire when I was a youngin,
Lord, I’ve been through trials and tribulations.
Chain me up, and I’m behind jail bars no,
For my mistakes, I cannot commit adulteries.
Trust and obey the holy song goes,
Hung from a noose coldblooded.
Man, I’m against the world as it flows,
Nah I ain’t Slaughterhouse or Joe Budden.
I’m against the trials.
Worsening as it piles.
Inside it all, I’m not done yet,
Here I come for my vengeance.
Talking all that lies too much ain’t it?
Young ones died from gun violence.