Tales From The Crypt

(album: Tales From The Crypt - 2019)

When I was 12
I got baptized
But I been runnin from Heaven since
Half the time I wonder
Does it even exist?
I constantly cross the line
Between pleasure and sin
I try but sometimes
It seems I just can't repent
I wonder if my Grandma's lookin
Down on me with a frown or a grin
Or maybe she's just dirt in the ground
And that's how it ends
I was so strong in my beliefs as a kid
Now it feels wrong though
To believe in this
It's been so long since
Jesus made me see
He exists
Why can't just send
One sign, one time?
Please, just one line
That's all I need
And then I'm confined
And reformed
Please, just bend the rules
This one time
I need more
I need to know that you
Are out there listening
I need to know that
There is something else
I need to know
That there is more then glistening
I need to know
That I'm not by myself
That's what the world wants to hear me say
But I know that I'm saved by eternal grace
And the day that I get
To the pearly gates
My grandma's gonna meet me
And say my name
The world's gotten so backwards
Everybody roots for you to fail
And God's the last thing that matters (We've got a pulse)
No wonder it's a living Hell! (What's goin on?)

Laying on this operating table
It's impossible to save me
And I'm probably fading into the dark
Hated for the thoughts
That I'm saying
I know what confidence waiting
And my haters are praying
I don't see tomorrow
Cause they know
If I don't make it then
I'm not in their way
And their journey to the top
Would be easier to make
But secretly they wanna peep
Into the operating procedure
Just to see if there is still a piece of my brain
And they can take it, but wouldn't
Know what to do with it
They're not creative enough
To make the music I did
With the same beats, same bars
Same rhymes, same flows
I would kill em all
But the fuckin ruined the shit
And they're too stubborn
To admit that I'm influencing them
Too busy judging me
While I'm making some moves in this bitch
Because I'm careful at who I choose
Who to include in this crypt
I'd rather be judged by 12
Than be carried by 6
So many haters are waiting
In the Emergency Room
They wanna see the doctor
Come out and say I'm not pullin through
Well, I'm pullin through
And the ER is crowded
There's so much noise
But no damn talent
I lay down brain dead
On the steel table
The top of my head's cut off
It's no fable
My toe tag has got no name label
My cold raps were
Just dang hateful, woo!

I think it's kinda funny
All these muthafuckas are
Waiting on me to die
But even if I die
I'm always livin in your mind
My name is Crypt
Bitch, I've been dead this whole time
On the inside, when I'm writing my rhymes
Bitch, it feels like I can almost fly
But then I realize
No one likes anytime
That I spit
But fuck it
I keep it real cause it feels right
When I write down all of my rhymes
No matter what I do
Somebody will cry
You're to offensive
You're non-inclusive
But it's none of your business
How I write my music
Stop trynna change me
To fit your vision
I won't do it
I will just refuse it
If you don't like it
Then don't fuckin listen
There's plenty other people
Out there that do this
No matter what I do
I should've zigged when I zagged
Everybody tells me
I should try something different
But when I do they tell me
That they miss how I rap
It's a catch 22 so, tell me, what's the difference?
If you do what you want
Then I won't like it
If I do what I want
Then you won't like it
If I do what they want
Then no one likes it
The only option is
To just stay silent