Circle City (I-465)

Four sixty five
Now I'm circling
Hey God it's me again
Ain't called in a while
Don't wanna bother you
Ain't been happy in a while
Nothing to do with you
Truthfully
Ain't smiled since six
Shed tears more than bit
It's the cards I get
Shouldn't complain a bit
Could be my cousin
Locked up stealing meat again
He and his father
Break in sheds to do meth
My father wishes me death
None get my respect
We in a ten mile radius
Where each one of my haters is
No tellin my family business
But they ain't family
So I am just a witness
Show you the difference
Between blood and what family is
Love and me shaming them
Cause there ain't no saving them
It's we that they blame again
It's lame I got losers in my blood line
It's something you don't decide
So I ride

Four sixty five
I circle again
I ain't reach out
It's hard believing in him
I prayed for relief
I only became calloused
God ain't do shit for me
Like he did Khaled
This ain't no sad song
No singing a ballad
Cause I will rise and
Defeat every challenge
Life is a balance
Money and talents
Capitalism
In the society we live in
If your gun makes money
It makes sense
School shooting every week
Do nothing to protect them
Now I'm lecturing again
You won't play this
Not like Drake
We run a different race
I speak my conscious
They looking for cents
In a sense
I guess
We both want change
His account and my city
Every circle I make
I see it deteriorate
I know it's never too late