Sins

Yet again, I deal with all the sins That I keep on committing I hope I get forgiven I hope I don't get forgetten I hate always trying to fit in I hate living in my sorrow that I sit in I hate living in the sorrow that I sit in I'm always trying to be different I'm always trying to make an impact I hate always trying to be something I'm not It gets in my mind a lot Load up the pistol, it gets cocked You try to hurt me, you get blocked I really hate getting mocked I hope all my sins go away in a blaze When the flames come at the bottom of the earth And I know that I'm probably going to heaven anyways Some days I think I'm going to hell Cause of the shit that I say The shit from the earth Makes me feel like I'm cursed Since my birth, I ain't okay Wish I could make a change And I hate playing the game of life That's the reason why sometimes I want to die Sometimes I really want to cry Sometimes I ask myself why I live life Just to bathe in all the sins That I know that I have did All my problems, they caused this If I go to hell, my sins caused it I try to do the best I can, yes I am But my sins make it difficult, yes they are Will I get far with my rap talent? Bringing on an instrument like it is a mallet Popping off, yo Yeah I'm always popping off, popping off Sins always coming and they drop me off In a place I don't know you