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Fighting For My Soul

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God gave me life, so I can't tell him I'm suicidal
It's been rewritten
but I still find the time to read the Bible
I'm a rapper, that's my title, someone's idol
So I'm mindful when I talk
'cause if not, they'll cancel me
to be spiteful, it's all a cycle
My head's chipped, so I smoke my weed idle
Need a break from prison like Michael
It's all about survival, ask my rival
Shoot on arrival, make his destination final
I know where it's gonna go
it's gonna spiral out of control, get my rifle
Freedom of speech, look
how they fight for Ye and Andrew Tate
They say the wrong thing and get blocked
I speak, I'm back behind the gate
Fake it 'til you make it, I can't hate
Spray my billboard with paint
and that's one thing that I can't rate
So when we get him, I just hope you understand
That we been droppin' niggas out for trollin' on the 'Gram
Free Thugger, been in court tellin' the judge
we ain't a gang
Hearing that's somebody's son
I got prepared to take the stand, damn
From the picture that they paint
I say I'm alienated, Picasso
Head chipped, so I ain't mixin' my weed with tobacco
Para' of my shadow, so I'm fillin' my pistol with ammo
Say a one prayer and I light my candle
It's every man for themselves
when you pray, it help, it help
I can't bring myself to ask you
when I need it, but I'll pattern up
The devil's draggin' me to places
back to places I don't wanna go
Protect my energy, it's evil, I don't wanna know

2023, just leave me be if you don't want the smoke
'Cah I'm fightin' for my soul, yo, this is not a joke

Save me, yeah
Please, save me
My heart can't take no more
Mm, mm

When my head gets hot and I don't know what to do
There must be other ways to chill instead of smokin' on ****
I ain't got nothin' to say, so I can't go to the booth
Am I really fallin' off? God
can you save me from the truth?
I'm twenty-two, I'm gettin' old
and gettin' tired of these roads
They been burstin' off of poles
the feds been birdin' off my bros
And I see my nigga fold, that made my heart go cold
But it's loss of decomposure, so, I'd rather my heart froze
You see the pain in my eye, it leaks
'cause I got stabbed in it
Never chose the roads, me and my bros, we got dragged in it
Ten-man done in jail, ain't nothin' but a mad minute
Who am I to complain? My bro
he got twenty years and then he's gotta get parole
If it's evil, I don't wanna know

2023, just leave me be if you don't want the smoke
'Cah I'm fightin' for my soul, this is not a joke
This is not a joke

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