Lyrics
Hook:
I scrape a layer off my skin, grindin paper wit the pen
Tryna start all over, but not able to begin
And i've been in the middle of my sin
When does it end, when am i gon get a second wind
i wont embellish my struggle, but i'm definitely in some trouble
place my feet in shallow water, the depth has suddenly doubled
and most just think im playin and exaggeratin spits
becuz it fits wit what i'm speakin from my lips
but dawg, my mind is turnin inside out, no hideout from my demons
believin my brain keeps screamin, they fiendin for me this evenin
i'm bleedin, rippin off my own skin, riddin the sin
cuz confession got me lookin for some pleasure again
how will u measure my pen, are u intakin the fumes
or do u got the strong feelin theres a fake in the room
break in my tomb, see the soul of a man who's been cursed
bones already decayin before ridin in the hearse
worse wen gettin words from satan when i'm tryna spit a verse
if my head is filled wit anymore, i'm thinkin it'll burst
it hurts how my mind's reversed, got me thinkin that i'm crazy in the head, lil skitzo
hold the pistol up to my dome, naw put down the chrome and i'm pickin up a pencil
its that simple
flesh etched on the pavement, stuck in the slaveship
enslaved by the crazed who behavin contagious
i'm left in amazement, is this how ya brain gets?
the flame hits a chest, blood covers a tee & stains it
cant stand it, immobilarity scarin me, barely makin it out
this not to be mistaken about
ain't fakin u out, i'm just sayin i've taken a route
but sometimes my words awaken the doubt
they true tales, cuz wit me the truth hails, how many times u failed?
derailed, been jailed, no money fo bail, u stuck in hell
i've discovered there's no cover or shield
cuz once u steppin out to war, u know u lovin the field
blood on my heel, dripped from my achilles
crawlin through the jungle, suited up in a guilly
really disturbs, i allow this to be killin my nerves
but its all under control... r u still as concerned?
i overstand what it's gonna have to take to shine
but i debate this time if i'm really down to fake my mind
into believin that its gravy
dawg if it gets more crazy, u still think u'll save me?
hope the answer isn't maybe cuz i'm lookin for truth
but i'm lookin out in the world, wen i could look in the booth
or look in a book i feel i haven't seen since early in my youth
lookin for street power, tho it ain't gon make me bullet proof
pullin through, so a wet head wont leave me on no death bed
but if bullets make my flesh spread, i'm knowin i may rest dead
i keep to myself, and if i got to, i'll creep wit the stealth
to reach a spot where i could sleep in good health
felt the pain, now i'm numb, its the same as they come
why half the people shootin don't know where they aimin their guns?
they got caine in their gums, chronic came in their lungs
trapp'd behind the line of fire, so they've stayed in the slums
