Tied to a piece of rope Is this really the end of the line Am I thinking right or just lacking hope I can hear my self thinking loud I see my self feeling unsafe why the devils around Taken the blame playing for keeps isn’t it strange that things we prey sitting an wait familiar game like Politics and prophecy’s balancing economies an poverty where money here Is rich monopoly Instead I feel like a weight on my shoulder swimming closer where nowhere is to be but in the middle of the ocean facing demons keeping my head above water struggling to survive yea fighting against this tied that’s pulling me away from my believers drifting out to the sea yea for some reason I’m always having complicated relationships or maybe just in my head playing tricks again facts if we don’t stay strapped up most likely my brothers out here swinging back so like fuck snitches and trash talkers switching off isn’t easy playing victim or pretending you can’t remember shit but need a drink is part of your daily routine to get rid of that itch yea let em preach and think god is listening not forgetting but forgiving if you listening then understand this u about to whiteness the strength of street knowledge keep your friends close and your enemies closer come listen what friends can do they make enemies be friends with you till your close friend will back stab you shit go sad but the truth I’m my own enemy I let my friend in in the same room loud tunes looking down jus wait we start out comes a monster family is different indeed sharing a different kind of love so nobody listening I can now speak up