Its my, ride to infinity, rock with the trinity, these feelings, they be the end of me, just what you sending me? I look up in the rain, this drip not from chains. Why everyday the same? Why are you sending the pain? Already stuck in the rain. I find it strange. I shoot at the sky, led fall down on me. 1 for the highs, rain fall down on me. 3 shots for the trinity. Infinity. Cant kill a holy ghost with a tec see. I just wrap my soul round the shot like a blessing. Shoot at these mortals when they try to finesse me. Spirit, soul, courage, and bravery impress me. That thing on you hip boy, never could stretch me. Ill be the first to say im not what i pretend to be. I be out here choking from the fuckin air quality. And i be wearing glasses when i need to read. Im not a thug but that's something I don't try to be. I might be lost again, i might need therapy. Or maybe just to see the lord standing right in front of me. Or maybe just to know what the hell im supposed to be. Got my mind swimming with supposedlies. How i lost the girl but kept the ring, how i still feel like im a king. Not the kind that rules shit, or even wear bling. I just fucking bloom like im stealing from the spring. I just feel like maybe if im swimming i wont sink. It used to burden me to fucking think. Pouring out liquor, from the faucet to the sink. So i dont run the risk of passing out when i blink.