3:05 o'clock at night

I question why I am alive

And as I sign, these dotted lines

I crave a slice of the devil's pie

3:05 o'clock at night

Can't repent? I'm bound to fry

I fear the gods, but I'm filled with pride

Cause I still live a rebel's life

Tried to put a bullet in my brain, age 19

I'm steady hoping that this rap shit ain't a pipe-dream

And you can't see what I've seen without no Visine

As I pray I Do The Right Thing, but I ain't Spike Lee

But if it came to it, would you blast for me?

The devil's grip is round my neck but you laughed at me

Empty shells & broken glass lead to blasphemy

Are you content with the last thing you had with me?

South side scriptures, and the Ghost Of Pimp C is preaching

Trap or Die, TM101 seeping out the speaker

Carter 4 mixed with Stillmatic as I spit the Ether

Running through the county with a 5, eating Little Caesars

Biscayne, 183rd, to 8th Ave

Vision boards of my life, a youngin ain't making cash

I never ever thought I would've gave in to sin

Definition of a devil on his way to repent

3:05 o'clock at night

I question why I am alive

And as I sign, these dotted lines

I crave a slice of the devil's pie

3:05 o'clock at night

Can't repent? I'm bound to fry

I fear the gods, but I'm filled with pride

Cause I still live a rebel's life

Got these Pretty Ricky sermons ringing through my ears

Uncle Al pumping bass while I dry the tears

Dade County birthed me, Broward County spiked the fears

Shy guy, no name, class clown with no sight of peers

It's hard to hear somebody tell me you should love yourself

You think I'm supposed to trust your words when I can't trust myself?

Those nights with the low lights, had to get tough myself

Those days I wanted to die, I had to hug myself

Split mind, one half cursed, one half gifted

Got a way with words, my mental is past timid

Dollar signs ain't bearing the weight of my past resentment

I choke up on the thought of this game catching me slipping

I'm tired of filling holes in this broken soul

Ignoring voids in my heart so no truth is told

Southside mentality the life I usually know

Now I'm tryna right out the wrongs without the use of chrome

3:05 o'clock at night

I question why I am alive

And as I sign, these dotted lines

I crave a slice of the devil's pie

3:05 o'clock at night

Can't repent? I'm bound to fry

I fear the gods, but I'm filled with pride

Cause I still live a rebel's life

Sometimes I just don't know what to do with myself

Tears fall down my face, heart ache runs through my body, but somehow I still feel numb

But strangely enough, it's addicting

Am I crazy for enjoying this numbing feeling?

Am I?

Nah, it's good to not feel shit

Fuck this shit