Inside My Head
While deep issues find something ta seep into I speak wit you
I've seen the proud, break down, facing what we've been thru
Satan wants me to repent to, but i cant ryhme wit a straight mental
Tho i write, grippin it so tight, that i just break pencils
To hates simple but i loathe the way my mind speaks
How could i worship the cross, when im so lost, i cant even find me
Its not tha danger behind beef or tha anger a mic breeds
Its tha fact I was born, thats eating a hole inside me
Pain has me unable to write deep so i sacrifice heeps ta ride beats
From a world based on wide beliefs i have only a single thought
Would i really risk, commercializin a gift, jus ta have my single drop?
"Magik thats evil dawg dont set those people off", bein legal costs
How could i ever equal god,when i cant get my head straight
Will i rot in prison, if i take the compititions, breath away
Cant find a mental resting place, so i ingest tha hate, as iner beef escalates
On a search for escalades, my connection fades, wit the difference of right n wrong
Which is why, u'll find more then lines,when you look inside my songs