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Shut up and listen If you don't like music with meaning and purpose then keep your distance If you don't like what I'm cooking then get outta my kitchen I'm eyeing a mission While other people rapping about what's in their cup and their women I'm rapping bout what I'm feeling But musics my drug so I guess I'm addicted I hit every syllable with the precision Angry is the only word that defines me I'm feeling like the world owes me an apology If it did I'd probably still be angry I'm hoping the rapping is able to help me You're hearing me calm but don't get too comfortable Prepping the bombs and getting combustibles Blood on my palms I'm feeling incapable Of forgiving myself walls are unbreakable Straying away from my God that's relatable Nothing here can help me nothing sustainable I look at evil and know it's available I'll never fall for it well that's debatable I do my best if I'm seeing that the bar is raisable Then I will raise it Quit ur complaining Imma do what I want and how I want it Quit all the hating While you keep playing around with your life Imma keep on the praying and strive for the light You make fun of me cause I'm a Christian But lemme explain something I hope you're listening If I am wrong about this then I wasted a lifetime But if it's true then you wasted eternity Go and think about that but in the meantime Imma get back to the rhyming These emotions they got a hold onto my soul And they not letting go People be walking out my life don't want em to go Imma save that for another song keep it low This is the place different sides to me show If I'm keeping it real I try to hide it though You're seeing me smile and laugh in the halls But at home on my phone I see the devil's calls I'm warning you now that my music ain't pretty I'm pouring out what's abusing me I'm busy With pulling myself back together it's tricky That's why when I write and I spit I get sweaty Step in my heart and you'll find that it's chilly You step on my heart and you're going down with me I know that of every conviction I'm guilty I got a lot of baggage it's getting heavy The vision is to put down all of my thoughts and my feelings on pages for ammunition My opposition is the devil himself and he's tryna win this fight by a submission My intuition tells me not to give in to his taunts and his tricks on this expedition So I pick up the gun and I load up the clip and I leave him in a state of decomposition Running low on love Can somebody fill up my tank? I look above And I yell up for help To God Himself And I wait for my answer Can't help myself I'm wishing that life was simpler I'm thankful that to this earth I'm just a visitor It's like I'm serving a sentence I feel like a prisoner Not literally but it is similar Running low on time Can somebody get me a beat? I look around Till I hear the sound Of the bass pound Put the pen down And start to write now But for now I gotta go This is my music you gotta know That I gotta show What I'm feeling inside me I can't keep it here and I won't let it find me