Heavenly Father (Rashad Isaiah)

Now everybody tellin' me a lie Lordie, give me something for my soul See I don't wanna think of suicide So please don't take the lucky off my dome See I been tired of fucking all these girls And I been tired of spending all my dough And if I give my story to the world I wonder if they'd book me for a show See you can't handle pressure on your own So why you carry boulders by yourself They stole the story they tell it wrong And glorify the horror and the rough And mama call me tell me coming home And I just need some guidance in my steps I know I'm not the only one alone I know I'm not the only one who felt Heavenly father why are you so far away Heavenly father why are you so far away Heavenly father why are you so far away Heavenly father why are you so far away I'm praying that I make it 25 They be calling doctors for my health I know it's kinda hard to say the drugs Because I been having problems with myself I been asking questions, where the lord? And they don't give me answers just a check And they don't know my issues as a child Because I was busy cutting on myself And hanging from the playground wasn't wrong Until you got a rope up on your neck And I been losing more than just my mind Gathering whats left of self-respect And daddy why you call me while you drunk? And why you never love me when I need it And I don't wanna be like you no more And I been tryna cope I'm getting weak I smoke too much, the problems of a 20 something I drink too often, there's liquor pouring from the faucet You would assume by following the tunes And I'm doomed to die young, addicted to dry plum These bitches ain't shit and pussy is my greatest vice I love smoking weed, I hate advice I know some niggas that talk good The wise men from a long line of bitch made and bridesmen You never had nothing but fucking dreams You just caught up in the hype The fashion and so it seems, the limelight I know that I rhyme tight No need for your 2 cents and burning your blueprints These people think I really give a fuck about the shit they give a fuck about Just need a moment of silence, just close your fucking mouth Infatuated with violence, gun in my fucking mouth So you don't even know that I'm serious, know what im talking 'bout So like you got punchlines for days So generic your flow You're too cold, you're aged And you got punch lines for days So generic your flow You're too cold, you're aged And I'm so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill And they souls was never in it And I'm so misrepresented by niggas that claim trill They souls was never in it