Ailment

Benjamin Beats bruh
Uh uh
Marz

Back into the darkness, things lost in the past
As the sand runs thin in my hourglass
In my final moment, with this pen and paper
I write about my omen, and about the savior
Lately I've been seeing clearly with my third eye
This illusion we conform to isn't paradise
Grab a pair of dice, Stack up on your odds
If your life ends now will you meet God
I keep my depression to myself cos it can get addictive
Demons dancing in my body, they don't feel restricted
Alter the antigens upon me so that all of what surrounds me
Oozes positivity although it's not my business
I don't know why I feel the world is just a giant prison
Bullet to the head so I can run away from living
Or I can gather these experiences and tailor my expressions
So the generations after know about my sickness
Damn

Yeah
This Ailment
Yup yup
Yeah

Breaking bridges, connections are easier to sever
One minute it's here, the next it's not
They pulled the lever to their trapped doors
My guardian angel keeps protecting with a strong force
When you taste the darkness, it can easily consume
Sometimes I exhale, then it seeps out like a strange fume
The paranoia, having strangers just around the corner
Hope they didn't sense it
I give em love and laughs and hide the fact that I'm demented
The plummets' even deeper, I just try to keep it censored
A little taste of hell will leave you begging God for heaven
Yeah yeah
We all care about a life, fear the thought to die
Until this ailment called depression infiltrates the mind
When my father calls, Dying of the demons
It was protocol, just to give you reason
If you ever catch this sickness, say a little prayer
Turned the devil to an angel just so I can save ya
Yeah

Yup
Yeah yeah
This Ailment
Yeah
Yup

Had a groove
Brought the tune
Head swaying
When the bitch bounce let her move
Still contemplating
About a niggas ailment
So sick, got my two hands on my face
Cos I'm from the dark side
In the bat cave
Its the bedroom
Where a nigga lay
Kill em dead now there's bodies laying in the grave
It's a dojo and you know I'm a sensei
I coach like a nigga Phil Jackson
Rock the boat, man the wheel like a captain
Too lost man, a nigga need finding
Got my high beams on and they blinding
Its a photoshoot moment, take a flash
Still balling cos a nigga get cash
Bounce for a nigga, shake ass yeah
Bounce for a nigga, shake ass

Yeah
This Ailment
Yup yup
Word



Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Ijeoma
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