The Lord Above

Gonna let the beat ride a little Gonna let this soul sample settle in Right Ok, let’s go They think he’s crazy man, they think he’s mean And I’ll be honest with you, I see what they see Sometimes he looks in the mirror and all he can see Is a man, damaged, low self-esteem He’ll say anything to anybody to simply offend them Even if he doesn’t think it’s funny, and it sends them A downward spiral, shows no morals, pretends then They’re in the wrong, tries to comprehend them He’s evil though, lacks any kind of remorse Jealous of anyone who’s slightly successful, of course Puts him in a toxic mind state, it’s in his own hands, tries to force The collapse of that person, mentally, physically, ruin it at the source And he don’t care when all hope is gone, only cares about himself Can’t do the little things to try and help someone out It’s all based on his own principles, and when the dumb one shouts Or fat lady sings whatever, he reflects on that lack of conscience Wonders what it is in life that he’s been longing Is it love? Because he’s always felt like he’s never enough Or in fact he’s always been told, whether that’s friends, love Social acceptance, a dove, what’s above, even heaven’s gates ain’t opening up Used to be bullied, fought back never stopped fighting Years ahead, friends ahead, never stopped fighting Years from now, kids from now, up until right then Right when, he’s on his death bed, another fear of his Man should’ve heard the rhymes from ‘09, hear the kid Passion, enthusiasm, belief, now he’s quiet as f*ck Used to be so outgoing, but depression is tough Especially when right now’s the first time he’s opening up Feels he can’t talk to anyone, OCD too, he will refuse To show emotion, he don’t like the attention or perception of weakness And when things are well, the commitment issues creep in He need to start pacifying the parasites and unsettling the host But he got that don’t give a f*ck attitude up to the most Even if he hurts anyone in his path, persistently pushing the post Wider apart, praying the goal gets easier to provoke And he never thinks he’s good enough And he can never be sure enough But I bet he can pay for the whore enough Feeling guilt ‘cause he knows he ain’t poor enough And he knows if religion’s true and it goes to the Lord above He’s faced his biggest fear, and he now fears the core of Earth Doesn’t know how it ends, how it ends In the Benz, without friends, out with friends Family there, family scared, no amends Does he transcend, descend, extends Or has he missed the portends, distort ends Missed abort spends, kissed support lens If you’re insecure, he’ll put you down, sick dog To keep his ego intact, boom, hit, picked off Doesn’t know how it ends, how it ends In the Benz, without friends, out with friends Family there, family scared, no amends Does he transcend, descend, extends Or has he missed the portends, distort ends Missed abort spends, kissed support lens If you’re insecure, he’ll put you down, sick dog To keep his ego intact, boom, hit, picked off Doesn’t know how it ends, how it ends, how it ends Times change, moods change, growing for the hell of it Find escape through drugs, nah, not gonna benefit Why’s the glass never half full, stop being negative? Why was I a he for verse one? ‘cause I’m scared of it Scared of hoping, scared of opening up, never be Scared to share your feelings, cliché of the century Somethings are only clichés ‘cause they’re genuinely True, so take this from me to you, be you, be happy and never be What someone wants you to ever be, life’s but a memory That you can alter, not priest, I can’t fault you Never stop daydreaming, never stop giving, never stop Even if they say it’s got no meaning, well then it reeks of jealousy You don’t need this, you don’t that, well not desperately No, I am good enough don’t care what you say bitch In fact, I’m not gonna be good, but I’m gonna be great bitch Yeah I might be a dickhead, but at least I ain’t a hypocrite I say it how it is, stick to my guns, chewing gum on the glock Never back down, fighting my wars like Iraq I never stop working for this, it’s the hustle you can’t knock So when I make it and don’t fake it, hate me, I’m a cock But I’ll work so every time you sit down at six o’clock With a meal and put on the TV it don’t come as a shock When my face is plastered on it, need a Kylie like I’m Jacques The pussy won’t shut up, need to put it in a sock Man I need to start looking at the brightside, night here, southern hemisphere Need to get me in the right mind, accept fear, don’t let it threat career I’m lucky I got support behind me from the fam and the crew Because deep down without them I dunno what I’d do And I know you never hear me say this, but it’s true I dunno if I would be here without you, damn And that pains me to say, you know I think sentiment is soppy And cringe, but I care about you, I know I can be a Grinch So they can think I’m crazy, they can think I’m mean But think what they want, it only matters what I can see And now I look in the mirror as a happy human being With way more self-esteem, days ‘fore I get what I achieve I ain’t gonna offend you, but I’ll say it how it is And sorry if you can’t handle that and spiral, but listen to me, comprehend this I’m not evil, I’ve got remorse, but listen up and join me On this stage, I can’t bask in this glory alone, now point me To the person who I can uplift, mentally, physically, typically I need to give you more hope, so scream for an encore from the fat lady Them pearly white gates ain’t opening up cause I ain’t finished here on Earth yet I can finally stop fighting, like God on day 7, rest and look at what I can perfect No pushing apart the posts, no unsettling the host, why can’t I do both? The host and parasites collide to become one, collab to eclipse like the moon and the sun I’ve done some shit, you’ve got dirt on me, so before I go just let me say I don’t give a f*ck, cause why’d I regret the things that made me the man I am today?