Bloody marry
Hail marry
It’s like your soul is empty
Body counts
2”11’s
It’s like your faith took a step
Who am I
Most will ask
Who am I
Hoping that my truth is my faith
Gun shots
Blood shots
Head pounding so bad
It’s like trauma to the soul
Body so numb
Reality over faith
Couldn’t even roll it over
But when you inhale
Your faith takes a break
But within a blink of an eye
Boom
Bac to reality
So my faith ain’t my reality
So My soul can’t reach my mentality
f*ck that ima switch that sh*t up
I’m like a 12 gauge
With the right amount of pressure
Ima let that sh*t blow
Pressured up
Yeah that’s my reality
Greatness and determination
Yeah that’s my mentality
Now let me stand up
Nd make that sh*t count
But when I stumble
I won’t look down
But instead
Ima bounce back up
But then again
I still ask
Who am I