Intentions

My adversaries seem glad to bury me
They act scarily but lack sincerity
Phantoms from my past in my path preparin' me
Their plan is to attack when relaxed and perish me
I'm a man, I don't ask for charity
I'll stand till they put me in the casket, carry me
Ten toes in the sand till it's glass apparently
I'ma get the last laugh, so I laugh hysterically
I'm losin' traction en masse with clarity
I rebuke their actions, reactin' carefully
Truth and passion attract severity
But true compassion is lax inherently
The music acts as a mask for therapy
A fuse attached to a tragic terror scene
I threw a match in a can of kerosene
Bury me with the strap, hope the planet cherished me

I need to talk to God in heaven
I need to tell him that I lost direction
I need to know if I'm beyond repentance
I need to show it's not the wrong intentions

I hope they hear this song in heaven
I need to tell 'em that I lost direction
I need to know if I'm beyond repentance
I need to show it's not the wrong intentions

My only fear of death is reincarnation
Finger on the trigger and my heart's racin'
Put the barrel to my head and I start pacin'
Like an arrow to the flesh, got a sharp pain in
My chest, it might be my heart breakin'
Say goodbye to friends I gotta part ways with
Like Elijah Craig, spent some dark days with
Till my dyin' breath, they try to spark anguish
They wanna kill me in my sleep with my eyes closed
Unarmed you're like a sheep in a blindfold
Sittin' ducks if they creep in the side slow
And decide to blow holes in your night clothes
Paranoia got me seein' sounds
Squeezin' rounds, the intruder might just be a mouse
Pack the Ruger before I even leave the house
'Cause they'll try to take you out on an evening out

I need to talk to God in heaven
I need to tell him that I lost direction
I need to know if I'm beyond repentance
I need to show it's not the wrong intentions

I hope they hear this song in heaven
I need to tell 'em that I lost direction
I need to know if I'm beyond repentance
I need to show it's not the wrong intentions

There's blood in my eyes, I can hardly see
Blood on my hands as I start to grieve
Ice in my veins caused my heart to freeze
Hard to believe they gave the Grammy to Cardi B
Pardon me? Swimming was the album of the century
I just really hope Malcolm can rest in peace
I know that's the type of soul that heaven needs
I felt his wings every time I felt a September breeze
How has a man that I never even met or seen
Affected me so heavily? I guess the tendency
Is to respect and grieve celebrities for seconds each
But as an artist, I'm hit hardest with empathy
I guess I feel things a bit deeper
I'm just tryin" to make a deal with the Grim Reaper
And when I'm gone, play this song as the perfect eulogy
Right or wrong, I'll live on in purpetity

I need to talk to God in heaven
I need to tell him that I lost direction
I need to know if I'm beyond repentance
I need to show it's not the wrong intentions

I hope they hear this song in heaven
I need to tell 'em that I lost direction
I need to know if I'm beyond repentance
I need to show it's not the wrong intentions



Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Owen
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