Fighting For My Soul

(álbum: Back To Square One - 2023)

God gave me life, so I can't tell him, "I'm suicidal", it's been re-written
But, I still find the time to read the Bible
I'm a rapper, that's my title, someone's idol
So, I'm mindful when I talk, 'cause if not, they'll cancel me to be spiteful, it's all a cycle
My head's chipped, so I smoke my weed -ital
Need a break from prison like Michael
It's all about survival, ask my rival
Shoot on arrival, make his destination final
And the way it's gonna go, it's gonna spiral out of control
Get my rifle
Freedom of speech, look how they fight for Ye and Andrew Tate
They say the wrong thing and get blocked, I speak, I'm back behind the gate
Fake it till you make it, I can't hate
Spray my billboard with paint, and that's one thing that I can't rate
So, when we get him, I just hope you understand
That we been dropping niggas out for trolling on the 'Gram
Free Thugger, been in court telling the judge we ain't a gang
Hearing that's somebody's son, I got prepared to take the stand, damn
From the picture that they paint, I say, "I'm alienated," Picasso
Head chipped, so I ain't mixing my weed with tobacco
Power of my shadow, so I'm filling my pistol with ammo
Say a one prayer and I light my candle
It's every man for themselves, when you pray, it help, it help
I can't bring myself to ask you when I need it, but I'll pattern up
The Devil's dragging me to places, back to places I don't wanna go
Protect my energy, it's evil, I don't wanna know

2023, just leave me be if you don't want the smoke
'Cah I'm fighting for my soul, yo, this is not a joke

Save me, yeah
Please, save me
My heart can't take no more (Mhm-mm)

When my head gets hot, and I don't know what to do
There must be other ways to chill instead of smoking on ...
I ain't got nothing to say, so I can't go to the booth
Am I really fallen off, God, can you save me from the truth?
I'm twenty-two, I'm getting old, and getting tired of these roads
They been bursting off of poles, the feds been birding off my bros
And I see my nigga fold, that made my heart go cold
But it's loss of decomposure, so, I'd rather my heart froze
You see the pain in my eye, it leaks 'cause I got stabbed in it
Never chose the roads, me and my bros, we got dragged in it
Ten-man done in jail, ain't nothing but a mad minute
Who am I to complain? My bro, he got twenty years and then he's gotta get parole
If it's evil, I don't wanna know

2023, just leave me be if you don't want the smoke
'Cah I'm fighting for my soul, this is not a joke
This is not a joke