Broken Canvas ZuluMecca

[Intro]
Yeah, (Clears throat)
Mecca, hhhh
Yeah

[Verse]
The ink from my suicide note dries slow, so I drink and drive let the liquor lie in my throat
I'll be fine just, let me ride
Look at my best I am God manifest, at my worst I deserve a rebirth
So I'm starting over back on my nova back in the sky asking my God for a path to enter
Astro projecting right through the fire, passed the dimensions of masters and peasant, pass to heavens right to my ancestors dwellings blessings
But I got mad questions, I got mad questions
Like why me, why this burden of truth
It sounds superfluous but it's purpose for some one so unworthy is cruel
I feel like a fluke, I feel like I don't know what I'm doing
You gave me the tools that's true but I'm too fearful to move
I'm a wounded prophet, I drink too often, I'm insecure and overly cautious
I cry a lot and I'm lost and I'm exhausted, I'm harmful towards myself
I hope my mental help another one heal
Dropped to my knees and heard my great grandmother speak

[Outro]
Ahh
Haaa
Fuck!