Spiral.

Spiral. I put on a mask to make it seem like i'm fine tho, but behind the scenes these bruddas don't know what i know. the homies ask me, "yo, you alright bro?" "yea woe." meanwhile, i'm thinkin' *Lord, please let me get some airflow, I see you right there, but sometimes i feel like you aint there tho. Lord, I gained this pain, but I can't bear it, folks. I know these my homies, but ion think that they really care tho...My father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name, for i pray that you get me up outta this shame. have i did sumn wrong? Let this pain period be over...it's getting too long. (Hol' on a minute-- lemme speak) Prince of peace, please pray for me, it's hard to see who i wanna be, i need you God. I'm gettin' better, spiritually clever, just like joseph, i got on my sweater, the go-getter, the flow better, than all of these super duper duper sucky rappers, i take the beat + cut it, now it's a bloody dagger, i don't care about the money, not called a money grabber, but my money is never funny, honey, go hop like a bunny, but it's over with. God chose his disciple, yea, im the chosen kid, i would give him the mic, but i've already broken it.