[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams]
Built in hell-on-earth, for what it's worth I don't get no ascension
Trapped in the walls of wicked shit, that I built up for my own protection
Raised up right by Eaton, I knew at a real young age, there ain't no heaven
Money was thin but dreams were in when I was eight and Shayne was seven
Moved away when I was ten, had a deeper drop into depression
Started seeing it all for what it was too early, what a blessing
Studying the bible off and on, alone, confused and skitsofrantic
Couldn't understand it, nobody died but everybody vanished
Things weren't coming in so clear like before, and I couldn't manage
But fate was on my side, 'cause I found KGP when I was eleven
Simken Heights, I did my sacrificial rites and my decision
Is to live and die for wicked shit, this is now my religion
Taught me how to channel my hatred into a positive message
Opened up my eyes and showed me how to execute my vision
Vision fading, coming back to show me that I'm sick inside
Never had a chance other than wicked shit, to get it right
Where I'm from the wind tell secrets, every night is Devil's Night
Wicked wicked, psycho psycho sick, call me wicked 4 life
I remember just like yesterday, the day Ensizion died
Maybe when we die we just cross over to a sicker side
Sickness in my brain said that my best solution is to die
Pass me by, until I recognize that I been left behind
Everybody saw me snappin', but chose to ignore the signs
Had a thorough course in blasphemy, the teacher was my .9
Perfected my wicked rhyme, this is my devotional
Can't let no one come inside, I'm callous-unemotional
They tried to kill the fetus, 'cause they knew what I would grow into
Took me out of school, because they knew what I was gonna do
Can't go out like that, I'd rather count this money in front of you
I knew that I was lost around the same time that my mama knew
I never understood the stupid shit that normal people do
So if I stayed, I would have ran the risk of turning into you
It's a struggle now
Can you feel the sadness now?
Brain stuck inside of that Curt D crackhouse
Can you feel the madness now?
How much weight is on my shoulders?
I don't know, but it's heavy now
Used to have a hobby, now it's dangerous and deadly, now
Built in hell-on-earth, for what it's worth I don't get no ascension
Trapped in the walls of wicked shit, that I built up for my own protection
Raised up right by Eaton, I knew at a real young age, there ain't no heaven
Money was thin but dreams were in when I was eight and Shayne was seven
Moved away when I was ten, had a deeper drop into depression
Started seeing it all for what it was too early, what a blessing
Studying the bible off and on, alone, confused and skitsofrantic
Couldn't understand it, nobody died but everybody vanished
Things weren't coming in so clear like before, and I couldn't manage
But fate was on my side, 'cause I found KGP when I was eleven
Simken Heights, I did my sacrificial rites and my decision
Is to live and die for wicked shit, this is now my religion
Taught me how to channel my hatred into a positive message
Opened up my eyes and showed me how to execute my vision
Vision fading, coming back to show me that I'm sick inside
Never had a chance other than wicked shit, to get it right
Where I'm from the wind tell secrets, every night is Devil's Night
Wicked wicked, psycho psycho sick, call me wicked 4 life
I remember just like yesterday, the day Ensizion died
Maybe when we die we just cross over to a sicker side
Sickness in my brain said that my best solution is to die
Pass me by, until I recognize that I been left behind
Everybody saw me snappin', but chose to ignore the signs
Had a thorough course in blasphemy, the teacher was my .9
Perfected my wicked rhyme, this is my devotional
Can't let no one come inside, I'm callous-unemotional
They tried to kill the fetus, 'cause they knew what I would grow into
Took me out of school, because they knew what I was gonna do
Can't go out like that, I'd rather count this money in front of you
I knew that I was lost around the same time that my mama knew
I never understood the stupid shit that normal people do
So if I stayed, I would have ran the risk of turning into you
It's a struggle now
Can you feel the sadness now?
Brain stuck inside of that Curt D crackhouse
Can you feel the madness now?
How much weight is on my shoulders?
I don't know, but it's heavy now
Used to have a hobby, now it's dangerous and deadly, now
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