I'm fighting for my soul...
Write for my soul.
I feel the enemy's goal
Is some kind of mind control.

I'm tryna understand the role
GOD has given me
Ever since I prayed
And asked Him to live in me

But I've sinned since then
And fear there's no forgiving me...
The shame is slowly killing me...
I know I use raps as auxiliary...
But there's only one that can free me...

Jesus Christ!
I really need your help.
I need you to do your thing
with my mental health.
I'm trippin, flippin, buggin out!
Spittin whatever the hell!
Kicking and screaming!
Wishing someone would listen when I yell!

But I've been thinking
OH WELL!
I had a crisis of faith...
I don't really think I'm worthy of your grace
No matter what I do
I made too many mistakes

Hardly a thanks for you taking my place...

I've been to hell & back...
Worn shoes I don't fit in...
In search for peace,
I found war in a mental prison...
Embracing solitude,
under government view,
I'm hidden,
In plain sight...
Calling to all who would listen.

You won't hear me
if I'm silenced in witness protection...
I wanna testify
But lawyers are paid to discredit.
"Post traumatic stress"
& "emotional disconnection"...
Said diagnosed
As a paranoid schizophrenic...

I keep resisting arrest
to remain a slave to freedom.

Keep in touch with my friends
& my foes where I can see 'em.

It's survival of the fittest
& as long as I'm breathing...

It's against all odds...
I'LL KEEP FIGHTING TIL I GET EVEN!

I didn't know the world
Til I was 7 years old.
The only thing I had known
Were the Bible stories
that were TOLD to me...
But even they were in the censored version...
OF COURSE I absorbed them
I can only BUY
what's being SOLD to me...

But then I noticed
The blood on the street...
The shattered glass
scattered on the concrete.
My heartbeat racing
Cuz police kept their siren's wailing
When they DROVE through my street,
And WOKE me from my sleep.

As I lay under my sheets
I see my breath and take it deep...
My life
Is all I have to give and still keep.

In the ghetto,
You never know if you'll see tomorrow
And so, I developed, a ride or die mentality...

Statistics say I'm prone to violence.
Maybe because I had no real guidance.
But if you attack my freedom
and target what I believe in,
Don't be surprised if I decide to fight it!