Unspoken

I can't take this life… Me 'ah gone leave tonight Become a Need a place to lie, too much strife in I But, I'll be gone 'pon the morning light I can't take this life… Me 'ah go leave tonight Become a Need a place to lie, too much strife in I But, you know what? I'll be gone 'pon the morning light I can't go out the door, their wanting strife galore My life is raw, like I'm bleeding, but they hype it more I like it more on my lonesome, walls higher than Folsom Shown some good moves trying to prove that I've grown some Facility? Better phone some. Too many heads And there's not enough beds, so now I'm on one Maybe a Baker, maybe seven-two, maybe cuffs fucked up And now they're judging possible from a hospital A few lines, maybe crossed a few, maybe better dead Maybe better without demons in my stead Maybe there's Jesus at the zenith, but I'm putting down these meds They quiet all the voices except the ones that's in my head From the projects I was bred to endure Embrace my fate, protect my neck like I was fighting Empires out on Endor Here at the end of things, this what I sin for Ain't never going to give up no names, so f*ck a 10-4 I can't take this life… Me 'ah gone leave tonight Become a Need a place to lie, too much strife in I But, I'll be gone 'pon the morning light I can't take this life… Me 'ah go leave tonight Become a Need a place to lie, too much strife in I But, you know what? I'll be gone 'pon the morning light