staring at the dust

i got murder all on my mind
drugs up in my body
cash all in my pocket, family bank on me like friday
ring up on her finger, things you do for love
but when the parties over and the smiles fade, i'm staring down my gun yuh
who gone tell him?
who gone tell him that the game rigged?
tryna get so fucking high, don't know what pain is
you would think that living broken hearted what i'm trained in
smoke so much you would think my lungs is what i'm training
they tell me that jesus walked on water
but could he walk on egg shells?
never saw god in the church, but i saw god off a X pill
as a kid tried to kill myself, could never hold back the exhale
now mixing fent with the xans was the last time that i slept well yuh
rooms tend to get more crowded the more that im making money
just give some time, they will reveal they do not love me
taking them subs and hoping that they do not judge me
how can god love me when i heard he don't like ugly?
if time heals then i better live to see 500
been telling me pray but i rather take my meds and up it
camoed out in the woods but it's me that's feeling hunted
i already knew you would hurt me baby, that's why i keep numbing
like a thief i found god on a cross
i can see the hate in my brothers eyes everytime that we talk
why not him? why me? i woulda took my loss
fuck it, take the house, take the money, take the cars
take the stress, take the hurt, take it all
if he was dying, blow my head, take my heart
play my part, pop a narc, fade to dark
devil paid, god saved - what a thought
this for the ones that feel worthless
this for the ones don't feel worth it
this for the ones that ain't considered
it's gonna be okay let go of the trigger
this one for the sinners