Dark Streets

Spitting it for shit’s worth, spitting til my lips hurt

Ripped shirt, shit worth, spare a dollar mister?

Thinking of the future and all i see is bridges

Jumping off or living under, either way it’s ditches

for me, until glory restores me

and brings more peace to my boring story

 

God, are you deaf to me? It definitely

seems like you're testing me, I'm crying out so desperately

For crying out loud, God, I’m crying out loud

I'm trying to shout, please shine on down

Heaven come save me, I’m patiently waiting

for God to explain why the Hell He’d create me?

This Hell that He made me is sure as Hell to make me

hatefully hate the fate that He gave me

I say it straightly, not kidding or playfully

I think God basically made me mistakenly

My days are wastefully wasted on wasteful things

I'm torn because sin has a taste for me

 

I try to keep it mellow, hitting joints like elbows

Hooked like Velcro on crooks that sell dope

I said I need to breathe leave the streets at ease

Find a release to peacefully seek

I need this: this release of demons

the ones that feed sin and eat your feelings

Lord, i thought you made all my debts forgiven?

It feels like my life needs an exorcism

 

I hate all my darkness, can't get a spark lit

Get my car quick, and park at the park bench

in the darkness, where I need to depart with

thoughts that I cling to and don’t want to part with

Filled to brim, and then filled again

Filled until my sin fills and spills from within

It's leaking and spilling, beginning to chill me

God make it quick send an angel to kill me

 

Take me home quick, I'm feeling home sick

I need my own glimpse at the Hope that I don't get

I won't miss, I promise, just get me through the gates

I'm anxious of my fate and I hate how long I wait

If God put me here on Earth, knowing that I'd feel the urge

to hear the Curse, at least let me kneel in dirt.

 

Instead though I'm dead cold, writing with a pencil

with lead? No. I'm writing this with red gold

My blood isn't enough, to come up with a bluff

Rhyming words is tough, it forces me to rush

All that's left to say, wait around for yesterday

That's the date I was gonna give the best away.

Today has come, it's currently tomorrow

Another week borrowed, interested in sorrow