No Hook, Pure Verse
Hold up
Thank you
Talkin to walls man I'm loving it
Lookin at the gla**, like I dranked from it
Staying cool, like I ever owned it
Tryna fit, cause thats all I ever did
Now I'm writing songs
Has it been 7 years in the makin
Or has it been 18 years of mistaken
Steps and workless stress
But the work is willingness
I just pushed myself
To push feelings with
Mixed emotions
And diligence
From wickedness
I distracted with
A million widths of instruments
Because I envisioned it
With the man himself
And I'm addicted with
True messages i set myself
I can't stop the impetus
It's ridiculous, to stop an ambiguous
Lifestyle of a man who lost his peace with
Many others who haven't reach with
God himself, going to Saint Nicholas
By myself, dammit I do better
Not listening to no one else but myself
Verse: 2
And God Bless America
Even though it ain't America
Bless every single soul
That still grows under the shadows
Bomb threats
Posted all over the media
Talkin about how much
We will destroy Syria
But television controlling our vision
Setting no type of condition
Enhancing the critical position
While new threats approaches us
With villians kept hidden
I know we need God
To keep up the decision
To keep allowing the distance of our children
Thats driven us to listen
We need him now or never
You choose the ammunition
Thats given
Your opinion is worth more than
Businesses makin millions