All this pain did a number on me, three sixes cross the brain
I was missing preparations, demons came and coup de main
Fight the urge to grab the strap with lethal aim to portal vein
I’ve been seeing faces, when I face em they look inhumane

These ain’t many men trynna kill me, it’s angels of my sin
I wake up in the morning with sudden scarring all on my skin
I swear my problems growing as fast as hair I got on my chin
And All I do’s relax, sometimes I lay and then my breath get thin
Wonder if they coming for me, drag me down to hell
Got me showing Lucy all my pain likе fucking show and tell
Fucked up, head of minе I question all my personnel
Same n***as wish you well be the reason that you fail

Hopped up out my bed like I got PTSD
‘Cause I was having visions that something was murdering me
I felt the evil coming but the figure’s blurry to me
My therapist told me describe it I was slurring my speech
Now n***as looking at me like I lost my fucking mind
‘Cause I left behind the old CutNO they thought was nice and kind
But I got too many issues and my trauma might combine
With all my anxiety but finally I’m on a grind

Just to get away from this shit, I miss when life was a bitch
Now it’s a horror movie, demons want my light to submit
To all the darkness I’m in, I got some evil built in
It’s tucked away so all my homies ask the fuck have I been
I been away and chilling, possibly killing what’s ill in this here villain
Bitches say I’m thrilling, for real man
That shit’s hardly fulfilling
But if Bitch is willing, I’m drilling in which we make the kiddies
I been this fucked up since I was born won’t change it in my fifties

Yeah, and fuck a holiday I need a holy day
Yeah, and fuck the bread and wine I need a whole buffet
Yeah, but fuck myself, I need to learn to go obey
Yeah, but fuck religion I was born naïveté

I never eat at the table I’m not a bad kid
But I was stuck with some thoughts I could never admit
So I started to see the world with such a rad tint
So all the souls that wanted mine I soon would just forget

A little damaged jit, no clue of what he doing
He copped the foams in orange and blue like he was Patrick Ewing
And as he grew he started rapping for the fun of spewing
He Never thought the lyrics could’ve led to what I’m viewing

Many sins, I wear on my sleeve
Demons in my room dawg and I can’t leave
If I go tonight I don’t y’all to grieve
Cus Satan just might take my life away
Many sins, many many many many sins
I wear on my sleeve dawg I don’t cry no more
I just ask why to the lord
Have mercy on me, have mercy on my soul
This summer yard feels cold
Forgive me for many sins
Many many many many sins
I wear on my sleeve