Stories in my head, making me wish I was dead

I been running, pain I’m holding

Writing these stories that God is telling

Stories in my head, making me wish I was dead

I been running, pain I’m holding

Writing these stories that God is telling

Have a lot of stories to tell, thinking about everything I wanna say while I’m sitting here, smoking weed listening to Lauryn Hill

Thinking about how I crawled out off the pits of hell, so I can comeback to this world of humans without humanity

A world that would drive anyone to insanity, a world where everyone is detached from reality, everyone is living some kinda fantasy

I picked the fucking pen because it was my therapy

Only way for me to be free, only way for me to show you what you can’t see

Open your eyes man, this is reality, this is humanity, this is what I see

A bunch of motherfuckers fighting for mortality

A bunch of humans with zero humanity

No common sense or morality, fuck ‘em

Stories in my head, clearly I don’t understand, what's going on all I know is, this was meant for me

Stories in my head, making me wish I was dead

I been running, pain I’m holding

Writing these stories that God is telling

Stories in my head, making me wish I was dead

I been running, pain I’m holding

Writing these stories that God is telling

Alien like Messi but with a pen, every word, every lyric, every story got a ring, ding ding

This thing like a bloody rain, taking all that shit and turning it to pain, then turning insane

Like I don’t need a fucking brain, this mission is one thing, definitely not fame

The story is what remain, bang bang motherfuckers we all dead now

I don't even need to explain

From the African samurai, to kids getting shot in the head in the streets of Palestine

To me making sure I don’t get crucified for this line, like I spit lava everytime I spit a rhyme

Thousands of stories let's start by mine, woke up today and God sent me a sign

Time for me to move on and leave the past behind

Every lyric every song of mine always gonna shine

Stories in my head, clearly I don’t understand what's going on all I know is, this was meant for me

Stories in my head, making me wish I was dead

I been running, pain I’m holding

Writing these stories that God is telling

Stories in my head, making me wish I was dead

I been running, pain I’m holding

Writing these stories that God is telling