VERSE ONE
The preacher used to tell me
That sin makes you itch.
It lingers like a whisper
Dripping from a lover’s lips.
Brother, there is no repentance
For niggas like me
Without paying my soul
As collateral fee.
I need something other than
The feeling of concrete that
Moves under my feet.
I’m still looking for peace.
But, that’s a tall order,
Some sort of unfulfilled
Self-fulfilling prophecy
That gotten me anxious,
Now ain’t this some crap.
I figure that by now,
That I would have some answers,
But instead, I got some doubts,
Got some questions that are destined
Never to be resolved.
Now, I stare into a mirror,
Watching myself dissolve
Into a puddle of unkept promises,
Leaking into a sewer
Where relationships and friendships
Rot, this is the ruins
Of my life, and my soul,
And my nights, they grow so cold,
Grow so bitter, just a nigga
With some issues,
Just a nigga with some issues.

CHORUS X2
Since birth, my Earth
has always been different than yours.
The air I breathe
smells like sweet contradiction.
My dialect and diction
drips with conviction.
dialect and diction
drips with conviction.

VERSE TWO
My notebook has gone blank,
My scribbles are a language
Only I understand, the
Hieroglyphics of my anguish.
The beat is a rosetta stone,
The only real understanding I have EVER known.
That’s a sad fact.
Especially with a girl who feels
Drowned out by the bass
Of my songs, and my voice…
And, I can see her face
Every time that I write,
And disappointments mount,
Until she’s tired of pretending
to not feel some resentment.
And, the same goes for home,
A memory I left behind
That keeps clawing through
My consciousness, steady on my mind
Like, I left because I
Wanted to forget,
And, all I do is just remember,
At end of this song, you’ll see the remnants
Of someone who is lost, embattled,
At a crossroads
Where I’ll end up, don’t ask me,
Only the Lord knows.
And, I’m really starting to
doubt that she cares
When she comes down from the heavens,
And whispers in my ear

CHORUS X4