As the rain falls, I can see and feel the window's pain
I'm a widow, a willow that is wallowing in shame
swallowing my pride, inside the lives of hearts
and cards that I'm dealt feel all the knives and scars
life is hard, I know it 'cause I'm fighting God
with a mic in my hand and the light is gone
Immaterial materialistic people are lost
They don't even understand what the evil has cost
feeble and soft, alone so I reach out and pause
the time which they live, then I teach it and frost
once the meaning of life is lost, so is my arms
every cause that I've fought, is a meaningless awe
So you could speak and reach, but I won't see it at all
the pain that I feel, won't let me breathe in the smog
believe in you God, Don't let me die without soul
Fuck the folklore and shit, I'm a tyrant of old
I be walking on the tiles but they marked by death
and I be stalking all the while but I'm parked in breaths
so motherfuck all this shit, call it quits that's it
I'm sick of it, syphilis inside my daughter's clitoris
and the words I engraved in her legs are shaved
I'm so fucking pissed, lost, and I beg in ways
She's crying, she's cold, and the ink is drying
please save her soul, I don't think of dieing
The letters are remembered, but are severed in ways
because she's getting bible curses, and the embers engraved
Do not have a special soul, or the trinity, Lord
You want to be my energy? My enemies sword?
You can give it to me, I'll go sever these whores
With the word that I speak, sanctimonious lore
because I know I'm a hypocrite, I wanna save my kid
I watched it grow up, I behaved as it did
Just reach out and hold me, like you never known me
I don't give a fuck what they say, you are my homie.... know me.