The Pistol to my Head

I'm not able to provide as a man we are not able to live off our women, but for a balck man its times two, the thought we was once brought never gotten a clue, never seem to knew these thoughts will happen to me, obsevre the words that we never to heard and the things we compormises by the word, I had to nerve to put a pistol to my head and getting ready to shoot

The inner ambitions of the truth that the devil is the root, do you assume that the logic of the crisis compromise the handle of me, things that bring of what do you think you seem, this is not the team effort that have me into the troubled nature to things that I thought was forever, not I thought for things to compromise the life that take the handle of dreams, reality never seem to see the truth that my heart is the pure

Never seem to see the cure focus on God but we all behold the Devil, that's why we all into the means of trouble, closed of the from the world, that everybody is worshiping diamonds and pearls do I need a relif, I can't sleep at night darkness falls and I still see shadows that put up a fight, I cannot see the light, where the person is crawl at a grown man, still the knowledge but lack to understand

College is not the object, so regardless of the inner ambition that we all have tension, that we all envision, success never seen what we are blessed with, nothing more precious than life, not wrong or right we all lost the sight of the crisis because we cannot comprehend, retro respect that the life that's in order written us a blank check, that past have regrets, the present have no hopes, and the future isn't promised

So this pistol to my head, is the only definition of solid steel that I have, the math that subtracting my life will add up your wrath, America will show dollar sign, either by killing oneself or another, I have too much love where I came from, that thoughts that cannot duck and run, the rich want more than sum, a ton of bricks that entered the poor, this isn't what we are meant for

Rhone