I make my own problems I build my own coffin I'm tired of surveillance always hovering no patience tired of these drugs always leave me feeling wasted higher power come and make a man outta me make a man who can see who can act and plant a seed I make my own problems I build my own coffin I'm coughing up a lung cuz tobacco is my common don't mean I got sense but I sense I got a problem don't mean sleep in a tent like a bum who's always talking but push came to shove and that bum still bumming often if I had to choose I would choose me while I'm locked in Deadbolt records gonna be one of my logos Hopping like a frog but the neighbors call me pogo I ain't got a stick cuz I remember yolo you only live once but you die a thousand times I can't keep up with the count cuz I tried a thousand times if I'm dead before the sun comes up call my mama tell her that I love her and I left behind some commas I solve my own problems Im tearing down my coffin keep watching and cud soon you all be talking i been on the street like theres no sense in noggin paying close attention to the ladies when they joggin im trying not to lust i just admire women often plus my mind be like some popcorn i can hear it poppin i been in a non-stop cycle of addiction, sorrow and my own kind of fiction i need help they say i dont know how to listen papa did poor raising me snd my brothers mama did a fine job im glad dst she my mother i been in a bind cux i got alotta problems but thats all finna change eith the god thst ill be callin