VERSE 01:
Ain't never been much of the search type
But I believe it happens every day
I see the devil almost every night
Say boy, what you doin with your life
With them grades on your plate?
Say man, I know Ima pay the price
Well, I guess I'll see when I head that way

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To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit
I hold you nearest
I need to find my way too your spirit
You people need too listen too this lyric
You about too hear it
I am hittin a dead end, dead end
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit
Behold these lyrics
I am seein a dead end, dead end
Yeah, hittin a dead end, dead end, yeah

VERSE 02:
I don't know much about Holy Bibles
But I was told about the final days
I gave my love for women, she's gone
Now I have too deal with what life's dealt
Now I learn by my mistakes
I just want respect for what I believin in
But if you spit on my fucking grave
And wish me Hell then I wish you well
We gonna be together while in my dead end

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VERSE 03:
God, please could you arm me with the armor
Or give me a sign when these thoughts harm me
Could have gone the other way many times
Could of turned out dead or deadly
But I try and keep these things that seem too be thinking
Recently, in my brain
Dad always says that he knows what I think
But that's something he ain't finna enter
My childhood, was the least I could
Make an attempt to fix the worse
But I'd been some sort of repenter
For the people I've been a asshole to
Not a preacher, but a shit starter and finisher
Into the mind of a madmen, not no pretender
This frustration of mine is hiddin
But comes out when I get mad
So I might say something bad that might offend you
But that's just because I kinda snap
And if you don't like it then you just
Might wanna build yourself a map
And sail your fuckin ass there when I yap cause you needa beware
(I'm hittin a dead end, dead end)
What am I destined?
Too be, why can't I start life over again?
Am I going to be apart of the fuck up men
When am I ever gonna stop givin a less than
I'm cleanin out my closet and I ain't bluffing
Cause my failure is something I want to bury
With a shovel, and I only
Hear my thought when I'm not
So don't fucking tell me
I'm not hittin a (dead end, dead end)
Who you think I'm taking bout?
Who lifts me up, who gonna help me out
Still got a (dead end, dead end)
Shout it out like there's never been a louder mouth
I should of never been moved to the south
Now that I write about my past fires
It causes blackouts, ain't no more power
People tend to think I'm coward
You a coward, Ima scream it louder
You a coward!
But I'm the worst thing that you mothafuckers ever heard
When I come around
I'll change the world, make a crown
So prepare for a revival, cause this worlds gonna feel it now
I'm all around you
Not even Satan can knock me down
You can shoot me, and break my crown
But the lord will take these highers down
So listen too these words I'm sayin now
I'm not famous or even known when I walk in the street
Fack!, I'm the truth like Pac said when the camaras went off
Talkin about changing America
Fill up a syllable clip like click, click, cock it, and pow!
Now I'll see myself on the news
Cause I got the strength that you fuckers can't speak about
And I'll be waiting at the gate when you want help
Sending you people back too where I was hittin a (dead end)

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