Natural Born Killas - On My Mental

I'm a product of poverty
Hoping that I ain't this broke when I'm 30
I never feel worthy
I pray that when I'm at the foot of God
He will give me his mercy
I'm drinking away all this worry
Ain't in no hurry
Cause I plan to be here as long as my vision ain't blurry
I keep to myself so you ain't gonna hurt me
I stay alone cause I'm better off in my own lane
Make sure my efforts ain't vain
Goin insane always hiding the pain
All of this work just been leaving me drained
Countless attempts always drowned out by rain

I been out huntin'
Work out a dungeon
Creep in your city on Backwoods I'm puffin'
Rapping ain't nothing
Your shit ain't bumping
Don't bother talking cause we know you bluffing
Smoke a cigarette late at night calm my nerves down
I've been having plenty trouble always trying to sleep now
Even though my eyes low
Prolly all the fucking smoke
Sip away my problems til' I fuckin croak
Don't think I recall my problems though
Blacked out my body fell to the floor
As I decay and reach for the door
I woke up and puked out my fucking soul

Written by:
Ethan Frederick, Zach Luthy

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