Redemption

(Kutt Calhoun)They say that sleep is the cousin of death,
So I don't sleep 'cause once I doze I keep losing my breathe.
Feel Incapacitated, Froze, And I can't call out for help.
Is that a sign a saying I'm not a in full Control of myself.
I often think about the peeps around me,
I'm feeling weak, If it's not peace well then lord please allow me.
To be at ease with my enemies.
No longer church is in my want, and if I'm worth only ten-hundred then I'm still a G.
Life is the fast lane, and your friends are the obstacles in the road,
if you've got to book to the shoulder it's obviously a hold-up (wait)
Just let me take into consideration those who do not see what this road has to offer them when its showed.
Maybe I'm crazy or just maybe I'm dead smack right, promote me or pay me for partaking in red, black, white.
Cause if you don't then it's a deeper scripture.
I've got the brush, it ain't a rush for you to see the picture.
It's black and white nigga.

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This life we livings an illusion, Wish I could fly and find a new one.
If i could change this whole invention, My intentions are redemption.
How can they reach us, being facetious, no signs of Jesus.
If I could tweek this whole invention, my intentions, are redemption.

(Joe Budden) Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck, sometimes I feel like times up, sometimes I look at the clock as the hand that stops; See I would like to rewind but, times my only witness right now.
If I don't think I'm wrong, Why the fuck, should I ask for forgiveness right now?
Let me send a message to all these bitches that all in my business right now.
Before you approach me, I'm paranoid, gripping on my biscuit right now.
I'm only afraid to warn you my reality is far from normal,
But I try my best to keep it at rest and show you a proper formal.
See, without this music I'd be a cell mate in that frail state,
Everything around me is a jailbait, loose control of my cruise control, foot on the pedal accelerate.
Kinda schizo, locomotive without a motive
They just focused on my Depression, my obsessive compulsion, my profession.
No longer backtracking on my progressions.
Hate it or love it, choose the former and choke on a Smith & Wesson.
This song is for mental,
I refer that all that I've been through, to say its more than just mental,
Ever thought detrimental
Joey.

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(Kutt Calhoun)Feels like it was never meant from the start,
It's such a struggle wit tryin to juggle on who has my best interest at heart.
And now I'm faaaaaaaaaaaaalling, got nothing to grab.
(Who's gonna laugh? Niggas gonna let me? What they really thinking? Do they really care?)
Fuck feeling bad.
If it's my time then it's my time, and I'm gonna stand up like a man with my head held high.
Ready to take whatever comes with the plan, cause I wont be alone.
That's on the eyes of Virgin Mary, man.
I'll die before I live beneath this buried pain.
Father forgive me, its hard to separate the evil from friendlies.
The jealous ones in me, I don't know who the hell is the enemy,
As a partner, friend, or associate; angel, demon, or both.
When its right up under your noes.
And their poker faces are frozen with smiles.
And I haven't met a decent being in a while. (That I could trust)
I'd rather just beam them and bleed em on out.
If you ain't with me, you against me, so I need to know now
Or you can witness my redemption when I leave and roll out. (I'm sayin)

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