Hit the Road

It's probably time to hit the road
Smoke coming through the door
Before you know ya hit the floor
Cops pullin thru the window

Is this how you wanna go
Shots fired at your home
Homie whatchu waitin for
Run like there's no tomorrow

Everybody's got a story to tell, Something dark
So dark that even they own shadows are jealous
It's like two lives in one body fighting for my own cells
Im like hell, who needs the cops when your
Whole life feels like jail, well goddamn
The devil on both the left and right of my shoulder
Hold up, these voices leave me no choice
I do things that i got no control off
Bipolar disorder got disowned, ignored and told off
No support from no one, alone and i felt the horror, then i heard
Take the pills man, take the pills
But I can't no more
Then hold the steel, pull the trigger now
My god, It feels like war
Between me myself and I, Will I live or will I die
Lord I hope you listenin, I beg for peace, forgive my sins
Woke up shook, Thank god it was just a dream
I guess I know which path to take, After all that I've seen
So I pray everybody striving trying to be someone better
Under all the pressure just remember we're in this together

Look around, it's a ghost town
Ain't nobody started from the ground
Surrounded by the things that'll bring a sucka down
You could be following the path of a motherfuckin hound
And still get killed if you made a fuckin sound
Hit the road now you livin undercover
Loosin track of time and energy so watt is power
Without putting in work, it's never done you getting weaker
You're forcin through the pain but it's bound to take you deeper
You feelin like a goat but you dancin with the devil
Try and feel a lil more, you see a figure with a shovel
Feel like john wick taking all these shots to my chest
But i'm sick of losing my mind and what's left
So i'm running, I see so many doors it's confusing
I don't see the light so i know this time i'm facing
The truth that lies beneath us, the truth that's never pleasing
It's time for me to go, i feel it creepin

It's probably time to hit the road
Smoke coming through the door
Before you know ya hit the floor
Cops pullin thru the window

Is this how you wanna go
Shots fired at your home
Homie whatchu waitin for
Run like there's no tomorrow

I can't take it, can you let me off the hooks
It's about time that they put me on the books
Cuz I ain't nothin but a motherfuckin crook yeah
Ooh I can feel it, they closin in on me yeah
It all started with a hit to numb the pain
I never knew that I'd be caught up in the chains
I even dived into the swimming pool of drinks
I'm friends with my demon, I couldn't hear me screaming
Ran out paper, so I couldn't keep the high
You could see the desperation in my eye
Started pushing, makin money on the streets
Aint afraid of nobody, I was packing up heat
But my mind was messed up I couldn't sleep
I had a vision of a body hanging on a string
It was drowned in blood, so I walked over to see
Damn, it was me

They coming for you, you better count your days
When you're on death row, It's probably too late