(Intro)
I swear this is the truth
The whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God
See as I write this, I'm in the penthouse suite of the Harris Hotel and Casino
5 A.M. while all my friends are downstairs partyin', laughin,' drinkin', havin' a good time
I'm up here, alone

(Verse 1)

I've been goin' through some rough times (Yup!)
I guess it's consquences of a rough life
Sometimes I be like "fuck rhymes!" (Fuck 'em)
And other times I be like "fuck life!"
My old ex sayin' that she loved me (loved me), my new ex couldn't give a fuck B (Yup)
And I don't wanna neither one of them (Nah), but I want them to want me
And I just turned 30 (Damn!) and I'm not where I wanna be (Nope)
Sometimes I wanna curse God out like "Yo! Why the fuck is this the path you put in front of me?"
And these bills keep comin' in but I ain't got a job
I live drug-free, but every night I'm servin' the fiends cause it's either that or go out and rob (True Story)
These rap n***as will have you thinkin' it's glamorous (Nah), but it's scandalous duckin' the fed's cameras
Always lookin' around for that Impala (Where he at?), sellin' my morals for that almighty dollar (Damn!)

(Chorus)

Deliver me, out of my sadness
Deliver me, from all of the madness

(Verse 2)

At one point I did everything I said in my rhymes (Everything)
But I'm slowly growing up over time (Yup!)
Wonderin' if this image is really me or a character I created to put in between the lines
The more that I say it, the more I become it
The more it consumes me, the more that they love it
I think I had about enough of this shit, sometimes I sit back and really wanna say "Fuck it" (Fuck it)
And these labels wanna act like they don't know a n***a (Fuck 'em)
Like I gotta run up and really show a n***a
But they call cops, I get locked, blackballed in the industry, the show is fuckin' over n***a (Over n***a)
But I'm a motherfuckin' soldier n***a, (Soldier n***a) with Coney Island on my shoulders n***a (On my shoulders n***a)
Fuck talkin' Imma show you n***as
Even them cell bars couldn't hold a n***a

(Chorus)

Deliver me, out of my sadness
Deliver me, from all of the madness

(Verse 3)
I'm always leary outside watchin' my back (Real talk)
Wonderin' when this karmas goin' get me back
I did a lot of people dirty over the years (Yup)
So I'm always watchin' out for Benny Blanco
But there's no more runnin' no white broncho (Nah!)
Just the faith in myself wherever I go (Yup)
I gotta be here for a reason so one day I'm gonna be sittin' pretty in that Murciélago
My cousin Ricky doin' 15 for a body (damn)
I think about him everyday in my head it's a hobby
And the state of Connecticut won't let me see him 'cause I'm a felon
It makes my heart want to explode in my body (True Story)
And everybody got an ulterior motive, listen to their eyes because the words are unspoken (Tell them again!)
Yeah everybody got an altertior motive, gotta listen to their eyes because the words are unspoken

(Chorus)

Deliver me, out of my sadness
Deliver me, from all of the madness
Deliver me, courage to guide me
Deliver me, strength from inside me