Statues - No Relief

There's no relief
I've no belief and can't go another sober week without smoke or drink
I used to be so caught up in what people think
Now I can't be paid to give a fuck I think I'm at my brink
There's no relief
I've no belief and can't go another sober week without smoke or drink
I used to be so caught up in what people think
Now I can't be paid to give a fuck I think I'm at my brink
I write this letter feeling so alone
Twenty-eight years in this world on my own
Never banged but to this day I'm a rolling stone
And I'll let them colors wave as if it's all I've known
Minnesota to the Chi is just a stone's throw
To this day that's still a place that I won't go
It'd be my luck I meet a girl fall in love and have some children
Just for moms to get a call that I'm no longer living
Isn't it funny how life repeats
Over and over like there's something we're supposed to see
Destiny dealt some cards I hold close to me
So only I really know what I'm supposed to be
It's poetry
I scream it at these walls so you notice me
Closing and opening every wound so I don't go to sleep
Without recalling every last memory that has broken me
Back in the day I couldn't get much sleep
I use to drink ounces of Nyquil to catch some zees
But it wasn't because I needed it it was deepest steep
With no need to keep the key cause I had no repeat relief
I wash it like down like water chasing a pill though
When you from an area and keep the heat deep in your pillow
I walk around with steal for real and everyday I carry it
Expect the unexpected cause the opposition will bury it
Nobody gives a damn about you except for you
Which is why I put my nose to the grindstone for mines
I don't ask for no handouts it ain't planned out for me
I focus on my endeavors and just shine constantly
But if there's issue with the image and the scrimmage crossing lines
I refuse to give my energy to those are lost in time
And I understand the struggles and this upward hill I climb
Not a single thing changes it's the same old design so
There's no relief
I've no belief and can't go another sober week without smoke or drink
I used to be so caught up in what people think
Now I can't be paid to give a fuck I think I'm at my brink
There's no relief
I've no belief and can't go another sober week without smoke or drink
I used to be so caught up in what people think
Now I can't be paid to give a fuck I think I'm at my brink
Give me a truck of cash suffering succotash
I'm hammered no I'm smashed fuck it let's throw a bash
I'll spaz and say some shit that takes everyone so aback
They won't know how to act they'll just say I have no class
That's cause I'm bad I'm in a school of my own
No teacher wants to be stuck with me I keep making them groan
I ask way too many questions if you let them tell it
And they don't have the answers so they just get in their feelings
I'm curious what kind of thoughts kept you up at night
If your trauma did to you what mine does to me
Can't imagine all the dreams that vanished when you died
As your son you have permission to dream on through me
I'm constantly evaluating the path as a man I've taken
I stand in a band of vagrants begging for a chance to make it
I've made the mistake of Satan turned my back on God
Still in the way I live each day might swear that Jesus walks
Stress is at an all time high feels it'll never fade
Going out in a blaze of glory like a renegade
The finger gets pointed no matter the decision made
They want you to be down and out but got to stay heavy paid
I keep to myself I hardly ever speak in vain
I'm slowly covering my body in tats to hide the pain
I've been through shit that you'll never understand or sustain
Like wanting to be taken out with the steel scratching your brain
I know a few can relate but some just don't even know
Guided your whole life but some don't even know where to go
Some people can't find an outlet or get a chance to breathe
Priorities are shackled up preferred a want to a need
And I just want to find solace and just strive to succeed
Instead of watching it all drip like a slow bleed
One side's a downfall and the other's belief
But if you're stuck the middle you get it all but still
There's no relief
I've no belief and can't go another sober week without smoke or drink
I used to be so caught up in what people think
Now I can't be paid to give a fuck I think I'm at my brink
There's no relief
I've no belief and can't go another sober week without smoke or drink
I used to be so caught up in what people think
Now I can't be paid to give a fuck I think I'm at my brink

Written by:
Justice Brown, Michael Kettle Jr

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