Against the Grain

I've lost my way
To busy caught up
In the game
Only thing left now
Is to pray
I'm no longer making a change
My name been slain
Won't complain
I know that I'm against the grain
I know that I'm against the grain
The grain the grain the grain
Insanity mixed with Mary Jane
Vodka with a side of a
Blood stain
I've slain brains
Much more suitable
Yet these lames
Want to consume
My lane
I must have bitch in my vain
All I've done is sit back and complain
Now I'm high of that pain
That pain
That pain
That pain

I used to shoot niggas
For a living though
Wont find the body
And you can quote me yo
fuck them niggas
still rest in peace though
I was born an angel
My wings are incredible
But I've been gullible
Too many losses gained experience
No money commas
Only periods
Mirror images
Of what life could be if
I never started counting to three
Went off first impressions
And murked them new niggas
That's preying on your Frea
Snitching on a g
Slick talking through Ig
See you don't hear me
But you gone feel me
Because clearly
The devil is back
While your waiting on jesus
I'm going to let your
Corpse feed us
Look there's my believers
Mama should of left me a fetus
Police beat us
Rob us and cheat us
You on social media typing
We need Jesus
Activism is dead
There's no hope for our kids
But you caught up on
Whose next in your bed
I'm so caught up on
Just trying to live
With a side of
Some good ass head
See we're
We're not
Not the same
Were not
Because I'm
Against the grain
Against the grain
Against the grain
Because I'm
Against the grain
Against the grain
Against the grain

Frea Robinson
Im back Bitch