One, Two, Three

Yea I'm stuck in this cycle that I can't get out I've seen this before, and still, I feel off Can't gauge where I'm at, and now it seems like Every move I make is a trap This can't be real One, two, three, mother I'm gone Four, five, six, where is my home Seven, eight, nine, I'm running out of time And then it hits ten F*ck it go again With the One, two, three, mother I'm gone Four, five, six, where is my home Seven, eight, nine, I'm running out of time And then it hits ten Can I take back my sins? I was the boy that you called for a great time So you probably heard my name through the grapevine But I wasn't up, I was out there wasting time Spending night after night, in the streets, chasin' dimes Thought that was the game, chasin' hoes was the aim There was no shame, everybody moved the same But now there's jack shit to my motherfucking name There's only one person to motherfucking blame Me Every time I get into an issue, the issue is me It was always their fault, the problem could never be me I was so blind to my own hypocrisy I couldn't see it till the age of nineteen Fighting demons that were hiding In the activities that seem so inviting Now I feel I got no energy inside me Feel like I'm falling Telling everyone I'm climbing F*ck I need to keep my head down, I need to grind But I'm scared cause I feel like I'm stepping into this blind I got a great mind But don't know how to use it Abuse it I need to find my music Need to get into it I know That she's waiting on me to call I'm so sorry, mama, but I can't pick up the phone I need to sit with my thoughts Spend some time alone I'll try to hit you back once I finish this One, two, three, mother I'm gone Four, five, six, where is my home Seven, eight, nine, I'm running out of time And then it hits ten F*ck it go again With the One, two, three, mother I'm gone Four, five, six, where is my home Seven, eight, nine, I'm running out of time And then it hits ten Can I take back my sins?