Truth

alr its time to write, so i gotta pick up the pen and pick a fight, well I might, cause i was supposed to bring God's peace, but jeez, I feel like on the stage ima freeze, well not really I've just fucked up, gone back to everything I used to do, feels like devil came and threw shit in my face and said boo, now im like a ticking bomb, and I wanna set off like what could go wrong, shit I really need a bong, but even that's wrong, im supposed to know my shit, so I can prophesy, not go get bit, but I might js punch a bitch in the tit, and tell her to get, but no bro im supposed to be nice to the dumb ho, I need something to keep me bouncing on my yo yo, I can't stand toe to toe tho, I js want to go home, spiritually, but I can't I don't feel the strength in me, to carry, all these things, should I pick this career and js sing, or should I make God ring, in everyones ears, I wanna push tears but it feels like my tear duct has been removed with shears, I dont want to drink a couple beers, i js want to smoke ganja to be happy enough to cheer, but as im looking in this mirror, I see something crazy inside, I see someone who nobody let's slide, I feel like I walked in and js said hi my name's ty, so go through the exit as I flip you the bird, family be like why he acting weird, he acts like such a turd, oh im sorry im being attacked by a herd of demons, so I be screaming