Shea Michael - Bless

Should I give it up
That was rhetorical can't ask you twice to shut the fuck up
Dumb punk should I start from scratch and DJ like my father did
Go back in time make Carters I-VI
I could get up here steal some peoples ideas
But I obstruct the abstract and have girls play with my penis
I was swimming in my glory now they tell me I'm evil
Satanic worship what I preach like I sit under the steeple
Yeah lately shit don't feel the same
I've been afraid that I won't ever fit into the game
I've been swayed by the comments that they leaving on my page
When I should really get a grip and count the checks that I've made
My minds a mansion that's expanding like the universe
Got voices living in it telling me to take that hurt
Push it in a verse and put them in a hearse
Call up your homies have him walking like he's on a curve
So should I give it up
This how I fight my demons act like I don't give a fuck
I got your woman sipping out my cup
I got your homie choking from all of the smoke in his lungs
Don't hold a grudge but
You bit the hand that feeds
Now I got you on a leash walking like some special needs
Got you pleading for a sneeze
Just so god can bless
You been a victim to stress
But now a victim of less and that's bless
Feel the kiss of death
Should I have take my life
Instead of running towards my problems leaving me locked up inside
When I just tried to be that bigger guy
Wanted no eye for eye
I wanted happiness but that's too much to ask for when I
Am way too selfish to be seen as one of your members
I know you remember that I was taking falls when I had leverage
That was the kicker was I'm still the faggot
When I could've told them that the knife was yours I'm just the one who had it
I guess expulsion showed vanity
Peers wrote that off as signs of insanity
Cause I reached for the stars single handedly
I know you a fan of me but the way you talk that shit impress your boys
Just shows that you are less than a man to me
But that makes me wanna give it up
Cause if someone listened kinda felt I was the only one whoever gave a fuck
I'll take your bitch and smack her ass then buy her all the drugs
You gotta problem you don't wanna take it up with us
Money in your wall I take that shit and run
You ain't a boss when you cant find the safety on your gun
Hit the clutch and trust the triggers ain't bust
Looking for the money think it's really time you give it up
Was close to giving up
But then that woman came around and started showing love
I'm showing off to try to make it out your deep cuts
So I can lay on a beach and get my feet rubbed
And that's bless
I'm taking shots onto my head with no regrets
Got a lot of ego left
I got a lot of checks I'd like to get
Got a lot of friends that I saw left and that's bless
Feel the kiss of death

Written by:
Ken Harris, Shea McElligott

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