Unlucky Stem

Duration

3:03

Genres

Hip-Hop

Lyrics

Woke up from dreaming, screaming again. How come my dreams always show me the end. They say I'm not crazy just really fucking strange and If I don't give my 2 cents then I guess I'll never change. So I'll put in more and I Won't expect a thing and I leave out the chorus cause I know I can't sing. I make the beat then take a verse. It's like killing for fun to drive the herse. I couldn't kill a person I can barely kill a fly, but when I get on the beat I can kill and not even try 'cause everything I write I always treat like gold. Was it you I told to never sell your soul? but I don't know 'cause you changed like my flow and every time I'm ready is just in time to go. So I'll keep it going without any rest and if I died today this would only be my best. So everything that happens and everything I say to everything I do it will all be ok. So why do I stress and get caught up in the mess. And why do I guess that I'll turn out like the rest, but I know I won't and I know it can't happen, but what if I second guess then I'l admit that I'd adapt to them. What if they get through and change who I am. Feed me lies through religious disguise to break my dreams like an unlucky stem. Then I'm done and I'd be like everyone else and so scared to be myself. Every time I'd try to run they'd cut down my health. If the devil is real then you've got him all wrong. He's been keeping you from happiness all along. He's not something imaginary he's in everyone of us. Theres bad for all the good stuff this much I promise. I'm twisted in the brain like all the DNA that pumps through my vains that makes me the way I am. I've never listened to uncle Sam. Making me another shadow to their program and I've done my best to ignore the father of us all. Taking away my hopes and dreams preparing me to fall. It's been me against the world at least that's what it seems and when the odds are against your dreams you have to go to the extremes to make in impression for yourself and do all you can disregarding your health to complete your quest and persevere through failure, but when I can't take the pressure and stuck in danger I still find away to get down and pray. In hopes that all the pain will soon be taken away. When things are good it's like faith doesn't belong. So why do we have faith when all is going wrong. Religion to me used to be all jokes. I believed as a kid but started questioning the hoax. I was against it all down to the books and church, but I never once judged a soul through god they'd search. To me religion created judgmental eyes. They only saw their presumptuous lies. So I needed facts to seal gods deal, but could it be hope and faith that makes him real. People of god seem to use him to only do wrong. Like they know that when they pray they'll once again belong. People need to open their eyes and careless what others do. Worry about you and the shit on your shoe. Before you go stepping in my business trying to change my life. I wanna take a moment to pray before your throat hugs my knife. I hope you get it never forget it this lesson of mine. Religion is what you make it not the bullshit they're all cryin'.