The birdhouse.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm worthy.
Some days I feel like breaking down.
Everything
I try to do to make it better makes it worse.
Numbing all my pain brings a different
kind of hurt.
And they don't feel the weight when
they start throwing out them words.
They
said it wouldn't hurt me, but it hurts.
They say they need my music for the pain that helps
them heal.
If you feel I save your life,
you're saving mine,
and that's just real.
I put my
all into these lyrics just hoping that you
could feel the fact that I'm far from perfect,
but I'm here.
God love you and I know it's hard to believe what you can't see.
Pressure build,
keep pushing.
The greatest gains be hard to reach,
and it's hard to preach when I sin,
but I thank him for the wins.
Them dark times hit again,
so I'm picking up this pen,
singing
Sometimes I wonder if I'm worthy.
Some days I feel like breaking down.
Sometimes I feel
like I'm uncertain.
But I'll make it through this somehow.
The old thing with no hope in me,
just some fentanyl and some coke in me.
Empty clip means
a cold winter.
I'm a born sinner with a hot head,
but I grind it out till the clock dead.
Trying to grow and get better,
remembering days I was stuck in a cell,
reading a book while I
wish there was letters.
Like, who can I call on?
The people I needed around me were ones I could
fall on, but they all gone.
It's gone wrong since birth.
Put some work in and sending prayers up,
like why does life hurt?
God sent me back a message,
like you get what you deserve.
I hope you know you're always worthy.
I hope you heal while breaking down.
In life it's death that's only certain.
God get you through it somehow.
I hope you always know you're worth it.
And I hope you heal while breaking down.