show me a sign

Jump outta bed and take a hit right to the face
Caffeinated water got me moving fast and lifting weights
Eyes red like they irritated hit with mace
Keep the pace motherfucker this life is a race
Keep the pace
Keep the pace
Keep the pace
Keep the pace
Keep the pace
Keep the pace
Keep the pace
Took too many edibles my heart is beating out my chest
I can't sleep at night it feels like God don't wanna let me rest
Every day obsessing about how I'm gonna be the best
Desire is a fire that burn everything make you depressed
Guess the lesson is there's no escape while you alive
Take advantage of the way my brain has evolved to survive
Sell me shit I do not need and make me feel like it's a prize
When the consequences of your actions come don't act surprised
There's no freedom from the need until the day you die
I think Imma take a walk and soak in all the sunshine
Everything's so beautiful outside it make me wanna cry
Family is having children, get the feeling it's my time
To leave my youth behind and draw a line up in the sand
I hope my son or daughter shares some of the lines that fill my hand
I've grown apart from certain people
I hope they understand
I just know you broke you'd trade your homies for a hundred bands
Imma feed my family and take 'em to the promised land
Imma go out knowing that I grew into an honest man
You gon' go out sad pushing everyone you know away
Tryna get to paradise? Follow me I think I know a way
Every song I make is great even the ones I throw away
I meet lots of people so don't trip if I don't know your name
My memory is bad from years of smoking 24-7
And food from 7-11
Loss of innocence I know there ain't no Santa or heaven
Fuck a studio session
This Christmas get me a weapon
Fuck a studio session
This Christmas get me a weapon
This shit come with the profession
This rap 'bout more than expression
It's an extension of me
This ball of tension in my chest
It like to squeeze and not leave
I try to breathe and I can't
I start to wheeze and I pant
Why's this happening to me?
Always single yourself out
You not a victim of nothing
But your own selfish intent
You only call so you can vent to me
You never say hi
I remember pushing my rent back a day to get high
Smoking that sticky with my niggas not a care in the world
At the park recording Methhead
Bruhmane scaring the birds
We all got paid on the first
So we roll a eighth in a turd and then burn it
Turn it to urn shit
Back when it felt good to earn shit
And I listened to earl's shit
Life is a whirlwind
Twirling you 'til you're hurling
Sipping bottles of bourbon
It's just me and my vermin
Acting a pest
The cockroaches in the kitchen never dream they don't rest
Crawling on me in my sleep so I awake with a start
I put my sneakers on my feet and take a walk to the park
Burn a eighth to the face
I like smoking in the dark
Will I ever make it god I'm begging show me a sign
A message from the divine
Will I find something that's truly mine
In my time?
Let the beat ride
God show me a sign