Carry On
Nah they think I switched up
Cut these people off
I server haters like a swisher
Seven dead like who gon miss ya
Seven heads like in the picture
I was framed
Drug abuse
And my depression are things
I wish I could say
I fought like back in the day
But it feel like yesterday
When I got high
And gave my love to Mary Jane
Cheted on her
Got me molly
Needed more
And so I fell for xany
I think my behavior is inconciquential
But consequences seem adolescent
When Karma gets ya
And my confessions
Are sore wounds on top of lessons
I put these bars on my cell
So you could get the message
I carry boulders on my shoulders
You kick rocks for sessions
And you can find me drowning
I can't breathe
I'm living under pressure
They tried to say I'm special
But I can see through their lies
This hate is exponential
I'm questioning my credentials
I'm slowly losing my mental
Like my heart isn't
I pray you bury it in pieces
With everysingle
That happened to get in my head
I'm heavier than the lead in your bullet
Proof that I question existence
The system is glitching
But my constant persistence
When chasing the meaning
Is very defeating
And I am more than defeated
I m cursed by this talent
I am cursed I've felt love
Lift me up
Let me fly
Then pierce through
My heart like talons
And it still hurt
How do I manage aye
Can't fix this damage aye
You watch me pannick aye
I speak the truth
Coz people only see an addict
When they look at me
But I am more
Than what you think of me
I am more than all these shackles
That I call my insecurities
A lack of self esteem
A lack of self love
Maybe that's the problem with me
But I keep chasing my dreams
And so I keep losing sleep
A shepard's verse
And so like David
I had to lead the sheep
I write these songs for the weak
I write for people like me
Who never had anything
But they still fight to be king
And you don't know anything
You actually got to be a kid
I was already 20 by 6
I'm 18 feeling 50 hopeless
I got skills I'm the dopest
My raps addictive like dope is
I'm not a book you can open
I hide my feelings don't show them
The doors were open
Until everyone broke them
I'm a cool kid
I'm broken
But pain makes for good music
So I be writing hella songs
I know I've done hella wrongs
Give me a moment
I'll make an album
Let me write it down
Coz I still feel chosen by God
So I carry on
So I carry on
Shit I carry on
Shit I carry on
I be writing hella songs
I know I've done hella wrongs
Cut these people off
I server haters like a swisher
Seven dead like who gon miss ya
Seven heads like in the picture
I was framed
Drug abuse
And my depression are things
I wish I could say
I fought like back in the day
But it feel like yesterday
When I got high
And gave my love to Mary Jane
Cheted on her
Got me molly
Needed more
And so I fell for xany
I think my behavior is inconciquential
But consequences seem adolescent
When Karma gets ya
And my confessions
Are sore wounds on top of lessons
I put these bars on my cell
So you could get the message
I carry boulders on my shoulders
You kick rocks for sessions
And you can find me drowning
I can't breathe
I'm living under pressure
They tried to say I'm special
But I can see through their lies
This hate is exponential
I'm questioning my credentials
I'm slowly losing my mental
Like my heart isn't
I pray you bury it in pieces
With everysingle
That happened to get in my head
I'm heavier than the lead in your bullet
Proof that I question existence
The system is glitching
But my constant persistence
When chasing the meaning
Is very defeating
And I am more than defeated
I m cursed by this talent
I am cursed I've felt love
Lift me up
Let me fly
Then pierce through
My heart like talons
And it still hurt
How do I manage aye
Can't fix this damage aye
You watch me pannick aye
I speak the truth
Coz people only see an addict
When they look at me
But I am more
Than what you think of me
I am more than all these shackles
That I call my insecurities
A lack of self esteem
A lack of self love
Maybe that's the problem with me
But I keep chasing my dreams
And so I keep losing sleep
A shepard's verse
And so like David
I had to lead the sheep
I write these songs for the weak
I write for people like me
Who never had anything
But they still fight to be king
And you don't know anything
You actually got to be a kid
I was already 20 by 6
I'm 18 feeling 50 hopeless
I got skills I'm the dopest
My raps addictive like dope is
I'm not a book you can open
I hide my feelings don't show them
The doors were open
Until everyone broke them
I'm a cool kid
I'm broken
But pain makes for good music
So I be writing hella songs
I know I've done hella wrongs
Give me a moment
I'll make an album
Let me write it down
Coz I still feel chosen by God
So I carry on
So I carry on
Shit I carry on
Shit I carry on
I be writing hella songs
I know I've done hella wrongs
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