show me a sign

(album: The Future Is Dark - 2023)

J-J-J-Jump out of bed and take a hit right to the face
Caffeinated water got me moving fast and lifting weights
E-E-Eyes red like they irritated, hit with mace
Keep the pace, motherfucker, this life is a race (Uh)
Keep the pace (Keep the pace)
Keep the pace (Keep the pace)
Keep the pace (Keep the pace)
Keep the pace, uh
Took too many edibles, my heart is beating out my chest
I can't sleep at night, it feels like God don't want to let me rest
Everyday obsessing about how I'm going to be the best
Desire is a fire that burn everything, make you depressed
Guess the lesson is there's no escape while you're alive
Take advantage of the way my brain has evolved to survive
Tell me shit I do not need and make me feel like it's a prize
When the consequences of your actions come, don't act surprised (Uh)
There's no freedom from the need until the day you die
I think I'ma take a walk and soak in all the sunshine

Everything so beautiful outside, it make me want to cry
Family is having children, get the feeling it's my time
To leave my youth behind and draw a line up in the sand
I hope my son and daughter share some of the lines that fill my hand
I've grown apart from certain people, I hope they understand
"I just know you're broke, you'd trade your homies for a hundred bands"
I'ma feed my family and take 'em to the promised land
I'ma go out knowing that I grew into an honest man
You gon' go out sad, pushing everyone you know away
Tryna get to paradise? Follow me, I think I know a way
Every song I make is great, even the ones I throw away
I meet lots of people, so don't trip if I don't know your name
My memory is bad from years of smoking 24/7 and food from 7-Eleven
Loss of innocence, I know there ain't no Santa or heaven
Fuck a studio session, this Christmas get me a weapon

God, show me a sign

Fuck a studio session, this Christmas get me a weapon
This shit come with the profession
This rap 'bout more than expression
It's an extension of me
This ball of tension in my chest it like to squeeze and not leave
I try to breathe and I can't
I start to wheeze and I pant
Why's this happening to me?
Always single yourself out
You're not a victim of nothing but your own selfish intent
You only call so you can vent to me, you never say "Hi"
I remember pushing my rent back a day to get high
Smoking that sticky with my niggas, not a care in the world
At the park, recording METHHEAD, Bruhmane scaring the birds
We all got paid on the first
So we roll a eighth in the turd and then burn
It turned into urn shit
Back when it felt good to earn shit
And I listened to Earl's shit
Life is a whirlwind twirling you 'till your hurling
Sipping bottles of bourbon, it's just me and my vermin
Acting a pest
The cockroaches in the kitchen never dream, they don't rest
Crawling on me in my sleep, so I awake with a start
I put my sneakers on my feet and take a walk to the park
Burn an eighth to the face, I like smoking in the dark
Will I ever make it? God, I'm begging, show me a sign
A message from the divine
Will I find something that's truly mine in my time?
Let the beat ride

God, show me a sign