Lucy

Don't tell me that god has got the visions I been switching up prescriptions I've been having vivid visions and I think that I just wrote a scripture Six verse, six chapters, all say the same thing Shit just don't change Pistols popping, bodies dropping Heads bobbing and violent mobbing They say that god's a peaceful leader Say the same thing when you shoveling your brother's dirt And the same damn things keep on haunting my brain I'm torn, it hurts loving something you hate RIP T Maes, RIP Big Blake I'm borrowing time every goddamn day Lucy, tell me, are we coming to conclusions? I got family in the ground caught up in your deadly ruses I trust you got your shit straight, but I'm just wondering Are you done? Only so much that a bitch take I try not to breath between the lines Ignorance is ecstasy, intelligence is heartbreak I'll take the prior any day, but either way Around the corner something waits, and Right before I close my eyes, before the storm get loud My brain start to cloud, and then I start to doubt With my .12 gauge out, I think I'm about To fucking bless this drought