Dear God

Oh god it's about to happen

 

Dear God, I keep asking myself, why?

Why is this shit happening to me?

I'm sick of my fantasy.

Why do I keep thinking about the same things every day?

Why did you put that desire in me?

Why does it have to be me, the one who should accomplish significant things that nobody else would dare to even think about?

I can't get rid of the cloud of doubt.

Should I be more stout, or should I be more devout?

I ain't lookin' for no fuckin' clout.

I just wanna be so proud and not have doubts.

Every night while I'm in bed, those pictures lay and spread all over my head.

Dear God, as I'm writing these lyrics based on metempirics,

Even the person I loved the most got bored of me and became a ghost.

I was so engrossed in your dose.

I don't even know why I rap in English, perhaps 'cause I want the whole world to feel my shit.

I'm 26 and I never felt happiness.

God, help me overcome my weakness.

A lyrical genius won't be budged by others' opinions.

8 billion people on this Earth, yet my birth feels like a curse.

And my childhood was the worst, burned, concerned.

I just can't get this shit out of my head.

Do you remember when I was 10 years of age, I tried to end my life with a sharp knife?

I mean, I was just 10 years of age.

I'm just not living the life of the person who I wanted to be,

And the person I wanna be is so damn high to reach.

Will I reach and conquer the heights of fear?

That motivational speech doesn't have any effect on me.

They'll suck my blood like a leech.

God, I cried with my arms wide open,

Beseech at that moment of need.

Help me please, don't let me grieve.

Fulfill my dreams and make me feel relieved,

And turn my darkness into a gleam of hope.

I'm done being broke, I'm done being choked.

It's time for me to smoke.

Dear God, I hope you accept this note,

And I quote: I used to wonder why the hell you would

Make me suffer, but now in the end,

I understand that it made me tougher.