Talking, Pt. II

We all battling demons, some harder than others
Too late, can't take me out the game, I put that on my mother
Sometimes I worry about her, but I know that God got her like no other
Might shoot myself in the head, I can't live without her
I pray daily, but that shit don't seem to be working
I'm up five in the morning, my brain steady working
I need some rest, don't wanna live no more
I know your pain, it's all a test
Not affectionate at all, lil bitch, don't ask me for no kiss
And I pray that I see the heaven gates
I did my dirt mine worse than others
Wouldn't be surprised if hell my fate
And I wonder if God is even real
I know you not supposed to question, but a lot of people feel the way I feel
I fell off in the deep end, mind was fucked, but I shook back from it
I called my brother every day till I shook back from it
This shit personal, I ain't just rapping just to be rapping
I'm really lost sometimes just thinking to myself, what the fuck happened
I lost people back to back, that shit hurted me
No hook on this song, I'm telling you how I'm feeling
I worry so much I got everybody up on my mind
If you lonely, don't think you got nobody hit my line
Check on your dog, even though he say he feeling fine
If mine need something, I'll be first in line to drop a dime

Cause I know they do the same for me
I asked a wise man, how can you have faith in something you can't even see
He told me you can't see oxygen, but you believe you can breathe
That let me know everything, I had no more questions
Life a gift everyday, waking up is just a blessing
Take that pain you got and talk to God with it
The person you venting to, gone take it and run with it
Everyday I wake up on the news, another killing
He ain't got no opp but in his songs he say he drilling
He ain't drilling
Venting to the mic, got too much pain with that I'm dealing
That I'm dealing
That I'm dealing



Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Brown
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