Slave

Fight the pain, inside the rain

A rebel know, to let the devil go

So now to get paid, about to be working like a slave

I'm kinda good, kinda bad, kinda get money can't be mad

I'm kinda broke but I'm kinda rich

Wishing I had a corner I could put a bitch in

They ain't gonna do nothing

Ain't like I'm suffering

Food for my baby's mouth

Then I bought a house for my baby mother and

What's wrong? I try, don't matter, still die

I'm strong, but I'm not

When I'm alone, I cry

Out for you, it's hard to do

I can't see you so doubt for you

When out my mouth I sprout the noose

Too much vodka and mountain dew

Explainin' what I be meanin'

If you listen fast you think I was a Heathen

But the last Sunday receivin' the preacher from the pastor

Ain't even believin' the bastard

But no Hades, god's baby

God made me, a little crazy

And I'm off, I'm gone

My life is my songs

What I mean when I sing, still on a wing and a prayer

But if I listen to what is written in the scriptures maybe it will get me there

Share with the people I swear it is an evil scam that might be in vain

But if I say I I'm the genius then like jesus everybody gonna know my name

(KALI)

I've been working like a slave oh, lord

And I get tired along this lonesome journey

I done struggled on this road, I've been wrong

I know, I know that there's no peace in my shelter

There's going to be no peace in my shelter