Was it a fatal mistake that’s got my whole world outta place?
Or was it the lifestyle I’ve embraced
As a youth?
Tell me the truth, God! Give me some proof.
Am I a victim of self-inflicted abuse?
Lord, I’m tryin, complyin with everything I was taught that was right.
Open my third-eye and let me see the light.
Constantly fightin but still swingin in the desk.
Swimmin with sharks, and can’t seem to shake the mischief.
Grittin my teeth, clutchin my sheets, while I’m driftin.
Misery’s creepin and seepin into my dreams.
Using precautions but is it sharpenin my senses?
Clingin to sanity by the strands of a string.
Enterin conflictin battles that surround me, and within me, God send me a sign.
Out of my mind, how much time do I have left?
Is death claimin me in the prime of my life?