The Offering II

I been out here so long
I been out here so long
Don't know I can go
I just need it for my

Am I in control
Do I know my soul
Did I will the fate that killed so and so
Will my all of my drive just die with no hope
Without yo support
Conscious retort
You move yo legs and we build the road
But fear in my heart
And pain in my feet
And cracks to my faith
The fall to my gall
I question it all
Cuz I been dealing with the pain for so long
I been dealing with the weight for so long
True when I say
That I do not know
If my next note states that I break and fold
Collapse on myself
Create a black hole
Absorb all this world
Ironic I spent the whole of my life
Straight blacking out parts
Because of the hurt
They cast me out now
I'm covered in dirt

I been
Out here
So long
Don't know
I can
Hold on
I just
Need it
For my soul

How quickly I for-get
The good during mo-ments
Of intense tur-bul-ence
Swear I'm work-ing on it
But I'm just getting sick
Of being that dark cloud
That loom over
My heart valve
Is too rusted
My hard past
Accrued burdens
No neighbors
Just a bunch of niggas eager for a notch, they pop on you
Environment not for fun
Just a jungle where you die, lead to solitude
Now you standoffish so people never talk to you
Either that or yo abrasion cause a bruise
Outside often lookin like an obstacle
Darkness you escaped always follow you
Love of my life
Show me the light
Hurting my eyes
See so much of my youth sacrificed
Just to have sum
Just to survive
All the missed friends, all the good times
Doing my best to avoid spite

But I resent that I, must fight
To get back, what is right-fully mine
Hap-py for you
But I'm tired L's
I need a win
I need a break
I need a shift
I need a wind
I cannot breathe
I can't exist
If this is it
I need the ease
Used to the heat
I need a breeze

I'm tired
I'm exhausted
I'm weak
Out of options
Out of moves
I collapse
And I sleep
To retreat
I bleed
Whatever's out there
That's watching
I'm calling
I'm asking
I'm demanding
A lifeline, I need
A good year
A good month
A good day
A good week
Proved I could spar, and come out on top, against the odds
Re-guide the lost then, beat the final bosses
Full speed through losses
But look what it cost him



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Writer(s): Cameron Robertson
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