[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
So a nigga ain't have no direction
Locked up in my own mental prison
Suicide on my mind, no one listen
Made a nigga remain so distant
From the ones that could help me cope with it
Heart closed nigga, feeling indifferent
Can I stand on my own?
Pain on my dome, fucking up my zone (let's go)
Dreams surrounded in darkness, heartless
Mind fucked up, thoughts littered with garbage
Desolate minds, so my pace move lethargic
All of this pain is what made me an artist
Picked myself up off the ground
Push a nigga forth where they chalk 'em out
Need it to rain in my endless drought
'Cause all a nigga rivers filled up with doubt
Free, free, let me tell you what I mean
'Cause a nigga grew up in the coldest of streets
Hood real gutter, make ya fold up your dreams
Old school system bring the clones from the weak
Rob and they stealing, but the plot only thickens
'Cause the cops hitting niggas 'fore they reach for the phone
Try intervention, but the confidence missing
So they got all the children and they stripped off my hope
Damn, damn, feeling like death
Where do you turn when a nigga need help?
Trapped in your conscience, your conscience gon' melt
You busy watching what they do and you fail
I'm tryna show you that a nigga been there
Crucify myself, a story to tell
If you thinking that you stuck in a jail
The key is in the room, you standing right there
So a nigga ain't have no direction
Locked up in my own mental prison
Suicide on my mind, no one listen
Made a nigga remain so distant
From the ones that could help me cope with it
Heart closed nigga, feeling indifferent
Can I stand on my own?
Pain on my dome, fucking up my zone (let's go)
Dreams surrounded in darkness, heartless
Mind fucked up, thoughts littered with garbage
Desolate minds, so my pace move lethargic
All of this pain is what made me an artist
Picked myself up off the ground
Push a nigga forth where they chalk 'em out
Need it to rain in my endless drought
'Cause all a nigga rivers filled up with doubt
Free, free, let me tell you what I mean
'Cause a nigga grew up in the coldest of streets
Hood real gutter, make ya fold up your dreams
Old school system bring the clones from the weak
Rob and they stealing, but the plot only thickens
'Cause the cops hitting niggas 'fore they reach for the phone
Try intervention, but the confidence missing
So they got all the children and they stripped off my hope
Damn, damn, feeling like death
Where do you turn when a nigga need help?
Trapped in your conscience, your conscience gon' melt
You busy watching what they do and you fail
I'm tryna show you that a nigga been there
Crucify myself, a story to tell
If you thinking that you stuck in a jail
The key is in the room, you standing right there
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