Royalty is casualty
At least for me
Cus why would you want to be so busy
When you can just live peacefully and not worry about anything?
Why cant i make believe
That these things
Can happen too
If only I knew
How to make them come true
Because i dont miss searching the cracks in my mattress
feeling super pissed cus i lost my nic
Now im always coughin and chokin on regret
Always feelin bad about the choices of my past
I guess im just happy that
I didnt die, im lovin life
Just like
I'm supposed to
And now my dreams are coming true
And all the people I used to associate with
Cant even begin
To comprehend this gift
And it makes me sad but im just glad
That i have this knowledge.
It has changed my mind
Im growing with time
Cus it feels better to know that as i go
Im accomplishing something greater
Than anyone could imagine
And if i was bound to do so bad
Then what are the odds i change that?
Craving and thinking
about nicotine and weed
Pills and drinking
Are not for the weak
I know deep down
Its not the solution to my problem
Its God, sobriety, and the rules he
Set in place
So we can chase
Old age
And it seems controversial to say out loud
But thats because regret makes us depressed
and the truth is that its better to quit that shit so you wont be stressed
I was layin in my bed
Kinda rlly scared cus
I woke up from sleep paralysus
And when i woke up
I thought that i was
In a different dimension
And i dont know why
It made me scared
I prayed
I read the bible
I closed my eyes
And when i woke up in the mornin
I thought it was a stupid little story
And that i didnt survive cus of grace or glory
And now i cant unsee
The things that happened to me
In my sleep
Im supposed to say
God, protect me
I will pray
Ask the angels to watch over me as i sleep
Ask them not to let the devil take
My soul to keep
I need that God,
So i pray
Every day
And i still
have
Sleep
Pa
Ral
Uh
Sis
Every mornin
I ask Jesus
to Protect me
Protect my friends
Protect all of us
And everybody in my family
I pray for peace
for this community
And everybody here
Always makes me think
About the things ive missed out on in life
In the past
When i was on the brink
Of youth, just lost my last tooth
I was In my prime
And i was wastin my time
With anger and drugs
And Nicotine and wine
And i dont know why
I didnt think once
I was wastin my life
I was just losing everything
I didnt think twice
about all my potential friends
The potential that
Could have been
But instead
I was stuck in
A rut that
I thought
Was never gonna end
Always searchin the cracks in
My mattress
Feeling super pissed
Cus i lost my nic
i just pretended
That
I was
Happy
Even tho i was sad
And i was depressed
everything that i did
Didnt make sense
And now
Im slowly gettin out of it
And im getting back on my feet
Tryna rap
To a beat
Tryna find a rhythm thats neat
Tryna find some friends to meet
And maybe i
Can learn
How to be
Happy and kind
Get better
With time
So i
Can continue
To drop
These lines
Inspired by 8 mile
My boy eminem
I guess you can say im exactly like stan
But in a less creepy self seething less aggressive never beating
My girlfriend type way
I could never kill anyone pregant
Especially with my very own kid
I wish i was better
I wish i was clever
I wish i dint have a cleft chin
Or an iq of nothin
I never knew anything
And now my brain is depreciatin
Its runnin thin
Cus i dont exercise
My interests
And its
Makin
Me mad
Again
And i still dont know why
i
die in my
Sleep
When i pray the prayer
And say
Before i lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Please protect me through the night
And take away all this fright.
Is rap the next generations
Way of celebratin
The books of the bible
And Gods creations?
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Author:
Lane Rowe (Pseudonym) (
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