Folded

I folded, I folded
Damn a nigga folded
The way that I just folded
You could call me origami
Tears flowing, tsunami
Demons watching they behind me
Angels watching they above me
God is watching he protects me
He corrects me

And I need hella correcting this time
Cause the way that I just folded I need blessings in my life
I'm not saying that I'm not blessed
But the folding got me stressed
It got me pressed like playing chess
It got me tense like this a test, but I digress

I can't even tell my niggas cause they know too much
Yeah I'd rather talk through music, always coming in clutch
A nigga used to be a simp, I was doing too much
So I had to write it out, poetry is my crutch

I turned that into music
Niggas found it amusing
They laughing at me losing
Vulnerability oozing
But you see I'm indifferent
Or perhaps I'm just ignorant
Regardless I stay pushing it
Cause my time isn't infinite

I folded, I folded
Damn a nigga folded
The way that I just folded
You could call me origami
Tears flowing, tsunami
Demons watching they behind me
Angels watching they above me
God is watching he protects me
He corrects me

(In Job 5:17 it states)
("Blessed is the man whom God corrects")
("So do not despise the discipline of the Almighty")



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Sullivan Iii
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