My life ain’t tough survival
Still I fight not to be suicidal
I read two Bibles
So God’ll save me in twice the time
I got the nicest rhymes
I gotta fight for mines
My sight is blind
On some Ray Charles shit
Hate hits like when A.R.’s spit
Take shots like J.R. Smith
Go to heaven meet Pac
The way he was knocked
Just has me shocked
All the sheep flocked
Hope I don’t flop
Like Vlade Divac
Sometime I fear id prolly be mocked
I wonder does God have me clocked?
As I bite the same apple he wish Eve dropped
I realize to hear him I gotta eavesdrop
Hes screams please stop
Right before I was took home by these cops
This weed’s got
Me higher than tree tops
With the three shots that we’ve got
I truly do my best to please Pops
Make him proud of the son hes got
Hes got so much to deal with
So much pain, wish I could heal it
Use to look at my skin and wish to peal it
Get a new complexion
I’ve grown since then but still got questions
-Atlas
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