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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Proof
Proof
Performer
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Performer
L. Louis
L. Louis
Performer
C. Conley
C. Conley
Performer
B Johnson
B Johnson
Performer
D Moore
D Moore
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Jackson
C. Jackson
Songwriter
DeShaun Dupree Holton
DeShaun Dupree Holton
Songwriter
L. Louis
L. Louis
Songwriter
C. Conley
C. Conley
Songwriter
B Johnson
B Johnson
Songwriter
D Moore
D Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Berryman
Brian Berryman
Engineer
Gustavo Gonzalez
Gustavo Gonzalez
Mixing Engineer
Pep and Witt for Sicknotes Productions
Pep and Witt for Sicknotes Productions
Producer
Richard Huredia
Richard Huredia
Mixing Engineer
Tony Campana
Tony Campana
Engineer

Lyrics

Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam Here I stand as a dysfunctional man Quick-tempered, short-fused, and pissed at God Demons pullin at my soul 'til it's ripped apart Secret's out momma that fire I started it Fuck the fireman logic of the closet by the wire shit What's positive about a father that busts nuts then wussed up And a momma that don't show her son enough love Shit, that's why I'm runnin' from my first son And force these chickenhead bitches to get abortions I married the game, my mistress is fame My girl packed her clothes, she still know I ain't gon' change Go insane in a world evil as ours I done shot at houses, people and cars The deeper the scars, the worse is the history God you ain't gotta forgive me, just don't forget me, you hear me? Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again just to stay, on top I recall memories, filled, with sin Over and over again, and again And most importantly I'm tryin to support my seeds Can't seem to get away from them courtin' fees Embroidery, on my hood across my heart disorderly Breakin in houses of people who ain't got more than me Accordingly, I move in error Gotta face the fact though I can't fool this mirror Neglected my daughter and tryin to blame on how I was brought up Like I'm a product of this environment, why ain't I shot up? Got up today like "Why you let me breathe again?" And with each breath I feel death is creepin' in Thinkin sinners are winners and I'ma finish last My pen and pad record my life as each minute pass Passin minutes, I shook sin and shook drugs I did right by you but still you took Bugz Then caught me in adultery, fought me For not knowin through the dark streets you walked me, talked to me Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again just to stay, on top I recall memories, filled, with sin Over and over again, and again It's the risk that's a rush so rush my wrists in the cuffs It's like a fight for yo' attention and love Speakin of Bugz, give me a hint from above If he not you know where I wanna be sent when I'm done Kid outta wedlock so my lady's frontin' I love Em, cause he gave me somethin' A positive anything is better than a negative nothin' I was on the edge of death ready to jump in It's hard when you can't find love anywhere And just because the reverend listen, don't mean he care Pops on crack with a sufferin' past I dream in black and white, the world color me bad Other than sad, painful and stress Life is good with the webs that, tangle with death Control the border, control the school I have sinned amongst men and my soul is yours, it's yours Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again just to stay, on top I recall memories, filled, with sin Over and over again, and again Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again just to stay, on top I recall memories, filled, with sin Over and over again, and again
Writer(s): D Moore, C Conlley, B Johnson, Larry Louis, Curtis Jackson, De Shaun Holton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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