...xanax pt.1...

and now we're back at square one

and im looking at god

thinking he cant really be

the man in charge

cause he forgot about my spirit

and i opted to fold

the days that i needed those arms to hold

its like chasing a high

with no smoke to blow

its like saying you wise

but you really dont know

its like holding a mic

versus rocking a show

i feel so fucking lonely on this crazy ass road

yet i know

that there are bigger things to unfold

so i keep holding on

keep strive'n and stayin strong

they say lil' mama

you gotta learn to let go

its like planting a fake seed

and expecting it to grow

and so

the story begins

where the story ends

how many bullets in that gun

how much hate within

and if you fightin' the devil

or well the god of sin

you should know

that there's only one way to end