[Intro: C-Mob]
Searching for a piece of mind...it's like...my sanity's just slowly slipping away
I'm hanging on by a thread

[Verse 1: C-Mob]
My mind is exhausted
They think I’ve lost it
End of the line I have crossed it
I’ve taken my sanity, went to the upper floor
Opened the window and tossed it
Looking at me like I’m troubled
Cause I got a frown on my face and I ink my skin
Definitely I have stumbled right off of my path
And I live on the brink of sin
Met with the devil, I’ve linked with him
Talked with him now I am thinking grim
I cannot contain the beast within
I’m about to let the feast begin
They think that I am a basket case
They activate, their massive hate
They better hope I’m in a passive state
Cause fast with haste, I’ll smack the taste
Right out of their mouth in a drastic pace
Go in the crib and then trash the place
And back to the paper I have to chase
My mind is running in a rapid race
Run up and you will get done up
The ignorance that you display it agitates
Me for the reason, there’s no way that you can
Imagine the demons I have to face
I try to live life in the right way
But my life’s crazed and I might stray
To the darkness where the light fades
And repent when I get the most high praise
No nice days
Should I be using my rosary or just be using my nine
It’s like there’s a battle inside of my head
And I feel like I’m losing my mind
[Hook: C-Mob x2]
I’m hanging on By a Thread
Voices inside my head
Are telling me why live like this when I could just die instead
But I do not lie in bed, I fight when most people would fold up
I feel like I’m losing my mind and mentally I don’t know if I can hold up

[Verse 2: Lil Witness]
From jumpstream, I felt alone and headed for evil encounters
No doubt was one of the ones
That everyone said would never amount to
Not even an ounce of clout, I held in the anger and all the shouts
With then with stamina until I couldn't handle the anxiety of
Me stamping the doubts the game with that flame spit
You knuck up, you get your frame bent
I’m sent of the negative energy in my past
And I have it on my mind to swang quick
Where they bang clips, cut necks, cutthroat and the cutlass
Knowing gunfests, and the drug nests
Finna go down raw dawg, none less
May god bless that fool, stepping across my lane taking that move
Like they wanna make an example up out of me
But I’ve been ready to release the power to shame fools
Since the beginning of every angle
I love it when the demons and angels tangle
Sinister the plot, they wishing for me to rot
Look 'em down, and I cannot continue to play cool
Able and willing, I may be unstable
But still I’m not a lame to a villain
Trigger me I'm leaving yo brains on the ceiling
It’s strange how I’m dealing
With the limits of the righteous murder within
Is it finna sin, can a real fella win
Let me hear that I can follow the pressure with a grin
Tell me then
[Hook: x2]

[Verse 3: C-Mob]
Every time I take a step towards the heavens here comes a hand from hell that tries to hold me down
Toe to toe with the devil everyday
But I'mma never back up, I'mma hold my ground
I look into the dim skies of the grim vibe
Then I wanna send five through your insides
Fuck em all like hentai, watching them die
Wondering why my back's to my friends knives
Every time I turn around it’s like
Another person that I should be able to trust
They wanna switch up
And people wonder why I’m acting like I’m losin' my mind
And I’m telling everybody they can get fucked
Feeling like I wanna fly away
Or might could try to pray, and get high today
I really need to try to find a peace of mind to stay
In a good mood even when the skies are grey
But I’ve fallen into darkness, heartless, artist
Tryin' a start this, a catharsis
Feeling like I’m in an anarchist, bloody carcass
In the garbage, thinking of a harvest
This pain I never asked for this
But I’m learning love it like a sadomasochist
If I try to be an anti-violent activist
Even a pacifist, it'd be disastrous
In the dark I'm a star like an asterisk
Not blasphemous but I’m miraculous
When I get up in the booth, they tell me I’m the truth
From the Fort down to the Indianapolis
You should never try to come and take a crack at Chris
I might slash your wrist; I might bruise your spine
No telling what I could be capable of
When I’m on the edge and I lose my mind
[Hook: x2]