Who knew a drug could do so much, Who knew the love could just turn to dust, I don’t understand why it grabs so tight, Cocaine, ice, tar, and spice, All these drugs makin ppl go blind, They’ve lost sanity and sight, Got thoughts of suicide cramming their thoughts, Most of them ain’t even got they mom, To dry theirs faces during times they sob, all joining mobs, It’s all wrong, I’m dropping the hard truth bomb, All night long,ain’t gonna stop, Chop up ur egos like crops, All these Fiends got robbed, Stuck in the past because their futures gone, Out at night then disappear before dawn, Tearin up their relationships with vengeful claws, Put they whole life on pause, They ain’t got no clause, Letting their potential be stomped, I’m official and prompt, Telling you to wake the hell up, At center point church real stuff, Life’s harder than tough, Fell like my hands are in cuffs, But freedom of speech lets me preach the holy word with a lyrically blessed tongue, I ain’t messing around I’m blessed son, Tryna teach you a biblical lesson, Making a miracle confession, It’s a historical session, I’ve got a Glory Obsession, This is a story worth testing, I’m letting it of my chest to my King, Got a spiked crown of thorns steady diggin in, We sin from beginning to end, He’s always given a hand to lend,