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Shut up and listen
If you don't like music with meaning and purpose, then keep your distance
If you don't like what I'm cooking, then get outta my kitchen
I'm eyeing a mission
While other people rapping about what's in their cup and their women
I'm rapping bout what I'm feeling
But musics my drug, so I guess I'm addicted
I hit every syllable with the precision

Angry is the only word that defines me
I'm feeling like the world owes me an apology
If it did, I'd probably still be angry
I'm hoping the rapping is able to help me
You're hearing me calm, but don't get too comfortable
Prepping the bombs and getting combustibles
Blood on my palms, I'm feeling incapable
Of forgiving myself walls are unbreakable

Straying away from my God that's relatable
Nothing here can help me, nothing sustainable
I look at evil and know it's available
I'll never fall for it, well that's debatable
I do my best if I'm seeing that the bar is raisable
Then I will raise it
Quit your complaining
I'ma do what I want and how I want it
Quit all the hating

While you keep playing around with your life
I'ma keep on the praying and strive for the light
You make fun of me 'cause I'm a Christian
But lemme explain something, I hope you're listening
If I am wrong about this, then I wasted a lifetime
But if it's true, then you wasted eternity
Go and think about that, but in the meantime
I'ma get back to the rhyming

These emotions they got a hold onto my soul
And they not letting go
People be walking out my life, don't want 'em to go
I'ma save that for another song, keep it low
This is the place different sides to me show
If I'm keeping it real, I try to hide it though
You're seeing me smile and laugh in the halls
But at home on my phone I see the devil's calls

I'm warning you now that my music ain't pretty
I'm pouring out what's abusing me, I'm busy
With pulling myself back together, it's tricky
That's why when I write and I spit I get sweaty
Step in my heart and you'll find that it's chilly
You step on my heart and you're going down with me
I know that of every conviction I'm guilty
I got a lot of baggage, it's getting heavy
The vision is to put down all of my thoughts and my feelings on pages for ammunition
My opposition is the devil himself and he's tryna win this fight by a submission
My intuition tells me not to give in to his taunts and his tricks on this expedition
So I pick up the gun and I load up the clip and I leave him in a state of decomposition

Running low on love
Can somebody fill up my tank?
I look above and I yell up for help to God Himself
And I wait for my answer
Can't help myself
I'm wishing that life was simpler
I'm thankful that to this earth I'm just a visitor
It's like I'm serving a sentence, I feel like a prisoner
Not literally but it is similar

Running low on time
Can somebody get me a beat?
I look around 'til I hear the sound of the bass pound
Put the pen down and start to write now
But for now I gotta go
This is my music, you gotta know
That I gotta show what I'm feeling inside me
I can't keep it here and I won't let it find me