This is...
The way I feel.
This is...
Me being real.
Ain't nobody praying for me for my success.
But I feel them praying for my
down-fall.
And its thoughts like that, I do try to supress.
But I can see them, there are so many I cant count-all.
I used to judge eveyone. But I changed, now they say ima imposter.
So that adds to the anger I got, now i gotta chip on my shoulder.
And my the only love that I had, well I lost-her.
Walking with all this weight on my back, I wonder when it will be over.
And while I'm carrying all this pain, I got demons I'm boxin'.
And I feel alone, Because the people that left, said they was stayin'.
And than the fear of abondment kicks in, even when I know God is watchin'.
More and more I start to feel alone. So I think that no ones prayin'!... for me.
So that adds to the anger, now I start to loose my patience.
I'm sorry God, I may need more faith. But I also need an answer.
WHAT IS MY PURPOSE?! But I know that I gotta be patient.
Ain't no human give me happiness, So for people I lower my standard.
Feels like, I let all you people see inside my mind, but didnt help.
Instead I'm kidnapping they minds, amber.
And I'm sorry Y'all, I'm having a hard time with myself.
Now this glass house got stones thrown, Well screw it, I'm swinging the hammer.
I let everyone inside my life, But let's just destroy.
I dont think people dont understand my pressure.
Who cares? All they wanna see is drama, That's what people enjoy!
And that's why this workd cant be better. And my worth lowers, lesser.
You all want peace, but your actions are ironic.
Than why are things like, equality and racism still a topic?
Tell me, President, or King, or Leader, how is that logic?
And screw you punks acting like you got issues, Because its trend, that's toxic.
And you sadistic, devil worshipers are ruining the world, demonic.
I never had to struggle, only in my mind. Conditions is chronic.
But back to the topic, The world is cold, humans are now robotic.
And you will never achieve peace through war, for those patriotic.
Robots with codes. Yall is predictable, I ran a diagnostic.
But I am no I robot. I am legend, yall is chaotic and idiotic.
Yet I feel like I'm the only one prayin'.
That should be something that should have to go without sayin'.
All I do is pray, day out and day-in.
Aye, but who am I to be talking? We all got sins we are payin'.
