Horns & Halos

Yo

It's ironic droppin' bombs in my mom's basement
No ceilings, been feelin' like I'm on Wayne shit
I'm on pace with the greats, never lost faith in
Myself, it doesn't help I wasn't taught patience
I stay solo, gotta watch who you on stage with
No paid promo or placements on the wrong playlists
I'd rather have organic views, I don't want fake shit
No showin' out for camera crews, glad I'm not famous
Never let a hater say that I'm not amazing
You can't break my faith or my concentration
Or take away what I accomplish with my observations
My thoughts are racin', it's complicated on occasion
I talk to God more often that I talk to Satan
But he been leavin' me on read the whole conversation
No compensation for the stress or the loss of wages
From the depression I was left with, that's the cost of greatness

I wasn't supposed to be born, my mother's miracle
Every time I flow and perform, it's something spiritual
But I've been showin' my horns whenever near the booth
Every rose has its thorns, I cut it near the roots
Don't fear the truth, adjust the mirror for a clearer view
If you listen to my voice, you can hear the proof
I could be a household name in a year or two
If I just get the right fuckin' beat to put these lyrics to
No revisions, it's too late for a story change
Listen, I just make it my mission to ignore the pain
I can't afford to pay for any more mistakes
They try to stab me in the back, but the sword just breaks
My step dad tried to drown me out in Corey Lake
I was sure I'd take the course to make me Norman Bates
Can we blame the way I was raised and how it correlates
To the way I behave or was I born this way?

Yeah

Demon on my left, angel on my right
Horns on my head, halo in my mind
We're born, then we're dead; no one makes it out alive
Couldn't fake it if I tried, I'm just prayin' to survive

Demon on my left, angel on my right
Horns on my head, halo in my mind
We're born, then we're dead; no one makes it out alive
Couldn't fake it if I tried, I'm just prayin' to survive