My life’s 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
Me against the world is 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 undenies
Me against the world and I’m 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 bailin,
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 revengeance.
Talking all that lies too much ain’t it?
Young ones died from gun violence.
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