Problem Is Death

My only problem is death

Wonder when will i breathe my last breath

Will god let me repent for my sins, my regrets

They say god never forgives, so does he forget

But I'm surprised i ain't pop the top off to my head

Hell, i ain't pull the trigger, but the Glock's cocked

My hands trembling, my finger slipped, the walls red,

I look at the door as my mom knocks

Bullet in my head guess they shouldn't have restocked

If i could reverse time i would take the gun and re cock

When i was younger, i would smile alot

Then i heard about my brother taking that gunshot

Imma visit the deep web, they say he got a film with the gun cocked

As i go on there, I was white as my new socks

I hear a gunshot, and watch a foo drop

And then i heard the gun cock again

In a flurry, i begin to spin

I saw my brother, that motherfucker was living again

I look at him and he looks at me

This motherfuckers killed my whole family

Please excuse me for my vulgarity

Now it's my responsibility to forget my demons

He got my fighting with god until we reach an agreement

They say i'm mentally ill because i wanna see a girl full of my semen

I'm talking to people, i've earned an achievement

Choke a bitch until she isn't breathing

Don't blame me, its my inner demon

 

[Verse 2]

I been calling my girls phone,

She isn't recieving

Everybody quick to queston science

But why don't we question Christ and what we believe in

Life's a locked door, i got a key and,

I promise to take care of you

If life's a lane,

Where does the street end

Flow like the million omnipotent gods i don't believe in

I don't believe them

You're religion hasn't given me a reason

Going for the green i should move to cleaveland

They say i'm going to hell, where does the heat end

Demons trying to attack while i defend

Tired of religious people shoving shit down my throat like

Believe man

We worship celebrities and we bleed sin

Girl broke my heart

I need time for it to mend

So another girl can smash it again

Scribble this sinning shit

If it weren't the pen or the grip

That made it feel so comfortable in my fingertips

I listened to the radio, they ain't spinning shit

Fuck technology all i need is a pen with grip

This song is for all those that like to slit their wrist

Hold up, here comes the plot twist

I mean little kids are doing this,

With the police persuing us

They ask me have i tried suicide all i do is shrug and shit

Oh, forgot i was in a car, oh shit

(Car crash noise)