Calling Out

Calling out to god Hoping that he hear me Times getting hard Life getting scary Gotta mind full of scars Truth so daring Folks can't bare me Old tings can't stand me So mindful of the stars Hoping that they fear me Cause these black hole bars gunna fill me up plenty Friendships getting weary They can tell I'm getting near it No phone calls now call log I gotta clear it Hit the voicemail leave your details I gotta run Doing suicides gotta provide I gotta son Now it's do or die you and I homie pick a side Did the math and carrying the one aint really into that