Alive, I don't want to die/
sometimes. it just feel like I'm living a lie/
the tears stream, yeah, I cry/
yo, the definition of me is depression/
I seek to be free from this representation/
but it's written on my soul like a documentation/
so I try my hardest not to give into worldly temptations/
I seek freedom, zero limitations/
others find happiness in friends/
but people will lead you to the end/
even besties don't always hit send/
so I write down my lyrics and focus on my pen/
my body has become a wasteland of crazy greed/
my soul tho, has been freed/
baptized by the king of kings: he's what the world needs/
I dont want to leave this world, only to see it bleed/
yeah, my bars can sometimes get deep/
but I make a living off of preaching to the sheep/
the shepherd and his keep/
but they sheer off my thoughts and try to have me -
justified.
like it's okay to cuss in my rhymes.
god of my heart and lips.
that's the way I want it to be.
so don't give in to justice.
we were not born to Trip//)
