Phone On Silent

Phone on silent
I ain't out wilding
At a place, out of place
I been bawling
At a place with no space
I been crawling
Out of place in outer space
I been falling
Down
To the depths the abyss the pit
Whatever list or label you wanna give it
Am I forgiven? even if so innocent?
Was I a gift or regret within the first minute?
Last time I grabbed that checklist and read
Nigga fuck that checklist, I bled
All over that paper and room
Got to keep a containment or lid on my doom
Shrouded with gloom
I'm clouded negativity so powerful
By now it should be a monsoon
By the hour, I'm out of it
How could God ever be upstairs and have room?

By the powers that be
Fuck this ain't no power in me
By now I'm looking down and can see
How my weakness left everyone in a crowd at the Scene
By the powers that be
Fuck this ain't no power in me
By now I'm looking down and can see
How my weakness left everyone in a crowd at the Scene



Credits
Writer(s): Sir Shabazz
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