What you willin to die foe

Peace, I'm dying to be free

I'm feeling like I'm walking Tightrope

What would you fight foe

The Cheese I need stability

I'm down I'll be dammed if I die broke

I think I'm stuck in a cycle

It seems that history repeats

Predicting the direction I might go

My well ran dry telling me I should cry moe

When life sucks I'm realizing it's Lipo

So what you willing to die foe

Peter panhandling for handouts

Sleeping on this damn couch

Mind full of dreams

Arms wide but not receiving no blessing still I ran routes

They tell me Can't should never come out of a man's mouth,

But what other word can I use for what I'm unable to do

Like wait, take breaks and have faith in me making it

Or trust God has a better plan for me and my relationships

Always thought arrogance was telling God what you gon do

Why can't I talk about nothing else but the fire

Thinking bout my desires

Sinking and feeling tired

Reeling and uninspired

Need healing but I'm afraid of revealing

The fact that I hit a ceiling with all my rhymes

Writings not even appealing man I don tried

Avoiding peeling

Tell me does concealing make me a liar

Crazy how someone can want me when a few weeks ago

I only wanted me to expire

I'm a

Memory hoarder with a mood disorder

I remember watching Law & Order

Back when Huggie Juices were a quarter

That's when Cops was cool and not mistaken for a trump supporter

When my pops dated the whore that had the Ford Explorer

Maybe if she wasn't crazy I'd have better words for her

between her fist and lack of attention don't know which one hurt more

Tried to ignore

The violent rapport

Inside of me torn cuz of lack of momma this what I settle for

I been a little stuck

I mean how can my father be such a slave to lust

When it comes to his son seem he don't give a fuck

It always seemed that there were more repercussions for my cussin

Then a woman touching and punching me

Elephants not discussed

I may make a whole song out of this subject,

The more I think about it the more I get upset

I never thought that I would bust a rhyme and touch it

But fuck it Speaking of fucking that's probably why I loved rough sex

Longing for love I've had a lack of it

With my back on flattened mattresses

Began unpacking my damaged baggage

Fact of the matter is you either broke or broken

Ain't know I'd be both but hoping

that I would grow from what the latter is

we just some battered kids

That's why I work on healing

Cuz I'd be dammed if a woman come from these Shattered ribs

These next lines are for if I really have a kid…

What you willin to die foe

Peace, I'm dying to be free

I'm feeling like I'm walking Tightrope

What would you fight foe

The Cheese I need stability

I'm down I'll be dammed if I die broke

I think I'm stuck in a cycle

It seems that history repeats

Predicting the direction I might go

My well ran dry telling me I should cry moe

When life sucks I'm realizing it's Lipo

So what you willing to die foe

It seems that history repeats

Configuring the patterns I might go

My well ran dry telling me I should cry moe

When life sucks I'm realizing it's Lipo

Oh My God!