VERSE ONE The preacher used to tell me That sin makes you itch. It lingers like a whisper Dripping from a lover’s lips. Brother, there is no repentance For niggas like me Without paying my soul As collateral fee. I need something other than The feeling of concrete that Moves under my feet. I’m still looking for peace. But, that’s a tall order, Some sort of unfulfilled Self-fulfilling prophecy That gotten me anxious, Now ain’t this some crap. I figure that by now, That I would have some answers, But instead, I got some doubts, Got some questions that are destined Never to be resolved. Now, I stare into a mirror, Watching myself dissolve Into a puddle of unkept promises, Leaking into a sewer Where relationships and friendships Rot, this is the ruins Of my life, and my soul, And my nights, they grow so cold, Grow so bitter, just a nigga With some issues, Just a nigga with some issues. CHORUS X2 Since birth, my Earth has always been different than yours. The air I breathe smells like sweet contradiction. My dialect and diction drips with conviction. dialect and diction drips with conviction. VERSE TWO My notebook has gone blank, My scribbles are a language Only I understand, the Hieroglyphics of my anguish. The beat is a rosetta stone, The only real understanding I have EVER known. That’s a sad fact. Especially with a girl who feels Drowned out by the bass Of my songs, and my voice… And, I can see her face Every time that I write, And disappointments mount, Until she’s tired of pretending to not feel some resentment. And, the same goes for home, A memory I left behind That keeps clawing through My consciousness, steady on my mind Like, I left because I Wanted to forget, And, all I do is just remember, At end of this song, you’ll see the remnants Of someone who is lost, embattled, At a crossroads Where I’ll end up, don’t ask me, Only the Lord knows. And, I’m really starting to doubt that she cares When she comes down from the heavens, And whispers in my ear CHORUS X4