Harder (22:31:49)

I’m keeping my faith up n fuck feelings ,I’m tired im feeling weak I pray I don’t self destruct n tweak ,I need meek n mills no dream chaser no Meek milk ,Today I woke up got cursed for making noise in my sleep, i guess I was dreaming beating up demons when they creep,knocking em out once again for thinking im lacking when my eyes closed ,them demons dead wrong ,I stay strong don’t know why I’m so saved n my heart can b so righteous but in so many others eyes I’m all lies turn smiles to cries soul dies n labeled a s dead wrong ,I’m headstrong I stay patient like I’m on trial n my case prolong ,I’m a king never should I feel like I can b dethroned ,I know I use to b the worse dead wrong n contemplated all wrong in my pass made dead songs ,about all the persecutors verbal abusers satans evildoers ,lies n through it all I pray hallelujah,n silence is starting to creep maybe I should die n never wake from sleep I’m not with the vengeance interrogations miscommunication excuse integregation no hallucinations no altercations but without communicating then it’s easy to b thinking dead wrong ,I stay strong mentally I’m dead wrong at all I do I’m starting to feel Like I might as well b good a being wrong since no matter how right n shedding my light with might n God n sight the Demons still creep while I sleep n while awake the sinners hate persecute n take away all good from my character I’m no actor I’m real as it gets wht u see is wht u gets if u hate me then f u s u c my dick Im tired of losing n the more I do right the more I feel persecution so shocking execution ,since I’m dead wrong is torment my soullution I’m so wrong taking as a oppossition I studied my composition made life transitions I stay winning n im faithful with The man upstairs there’s is no competition