I feel like I can't be by myself alone I've seen deterioration of a happy home I've seen materialization from that can't afford it real n****s in costume jewelry Old English and Chinese Jordans I've seen the visualizations but I hoped it wrong I've been there sitting complacent like an Uncle Tom I've welcomed my momma's fakest friends with open arms I know I strained some relations when I wrote this song It feels like I've lost it all Ignored your calls Flew so high I was forced to fall I feel like I I feel like my family tried to be family All for the shorter than once it was over Like they don't know me that could lead to pure insanity Hate for humanity I could've called them but My momma died I'm traumatized I'm not alright I need serenity Slip me some remedies Some realignment from my enemy Positive energy to reassign some higher entity All these nature's blessings scented memories How can you love me you don't remember me? Turned your phone off Ignored my calls Got so high I feel like I You felt like I'm selfish and bitter I never Without an agenda I only care about myself and my I never brought you back as much as a picture Less I want recognition I never asked you what you wanted for dinner I don't love you less I'm broke or I'm injured You can't hide your intentions There ain't nothing like a mom's intuition I wonder if there was a sign and I missed it If I went harder to listen Would I have some suspicion? But instead I'm called off guard I'm calling God for assistance Need divine intervention Yes I know I'm not the ideal Christian I'm your son here's my ID my picture I need you to prevent this I repent I'll hit my knees and surrender How could I ever be so blind and so distant? Towards the end it was different Things got put in the kitchen Is it part of a mission? Is it part of a monetary? Found myself recently dreaming about being a killer gun Broken and bleeding, cut open, I'm peeling my skin and pain Never been creeping, increasingly thinking about ending it All my immediate family really attempted it I had to be there, you need me? No people, no way to exist Make me a trace of my genus You see the resemblance So many pills in the sink I think even a fish are dead How can you blame me? You made me the reason I wish I'm dead I'm just a product My mama, my papa, my siblings Raised up a dollar Monthly trials of the internet Saw the toddler of Florida retired by innocence Papa retired and mama was tired, it's missionary Bring me the bell from the beat and my knees was trembling Mama was swinging like Venus Arena at Wimbley Bay Little kids tweaking on sweetened farina with cinnamon Now that I'm eating the sweetened farina with cinnamon Do you believe in Jesus or need the sentiment? God of receivers, the preacher is merely a sinner man Now I don't need it, I'm pleading, I'm yielding, I'm sinning, God Try to be equal, they're probably evils, they're sinning now Nobody's healing, relationships needed, we're living now Now when I see you, I know you're the real one, I can't pretend Now I got money, now I got money Oh, he has it in Oh, he has it in Getting cold, I don't know if I'll rise again There are holes in my soul, oh, he has it in It's getting cold, I don't know if I'll rise again There are holes in my soul, oh, he has it in It's getting cold, I don't know if I'll rise again There are holes in my soul, oh, he has it in It's getting cold, I don't know if I'll rise again There are holes in my soul, oh, he has it in There are holes in my soul, oh, he has it in