Rescue Me

So can you rescue me

Because my ship is sinking

And I'm drowning at sea

So can you rescue me, from me

Can you rescue me?

I was losing my mind like I was trying to lose it

Using my time for using, abusing my grind

This is my own honest view of who I am behind this, music

Ryan the whole bottle of patron Connoisseur

At a point in time I thought I blew it, doing crime

I would've washed a pill down with a shot of my own spinal fluid

And my momma knew it, she saw especially right through it

That I wasn't protected because peer pressure be like (do it)

But I couldn't fight through it, the beef started

The streets caught up, at least we didn't get caught up in deceased orders

It's Slaughterhouse, cause Shady, me, Porter

Sat down and made peace over Porterhouse and

Some stupid bitch done turned my girl against me

Should've tattooed the earth on my arm feel like the world's against me

Soon as I paraded, here come the rain falling the name calling

From the cause I never met with his hand out like I'm straight balling

Feel like I knocked the 8 ball in

Every time I shoot a move I literally can't call it

Am I afraid of success? Let me think on it

I just got nervous, let me drink on it

Think I just answered yes but not on purpose

I pass the church and through the Son, Father, and Holy Spirt

But I'm only near it, man I need to pass the service

I'm drowning cause I'm so tired of treading

So Lord when you get a second please

I wake up and my shirt is leaking, covered in sweat

I'm dreaming of being murdered when I'm sleeping

Picture a person beefing, with himself

And it's even, worse when I'm drinking

It hurts when I'm thinking, me versus my personal demons

I'm reaching for my nine

If I point it at myself will it help to quiet the demons screaming in my

Mind?

And if I go, to the other side

Just tell my mother it was her prayers that kept her young'un thugging son

Alive

Plus my daughters and my butterfly, tell my son that I, love him

Tell my nieces and nephews their uncle tried

To take this music to the fucking peak

But I'm still a drug dealer as we fucking speak, that's fucking weak

Behind the tours and fanfare, hospitals and cat scans

Shoulder, when they call him bipolar, happiest mad man

Don't know my story, my struggle, the demons that I combat

Or how I'm starin' at them waiting for eye contact, beyond that

I got a soul mate that's naive, so the thought of me is prison to her

Baby momma that's crazy and a ten year old who listen's to her

My fam and friends think I'm the bank

And the way they keep coming back you think I'd got thanked

To you it's a dream, to me it's labor, these aren't monsters, these my

Neighbors

And you watch each others back, I guess it's favor for a favor

Sometimes they even save me, when my wrist is to that razor