Die For The Party

I was wrestling like, should I write a verse?

The culture got enough clout-chasing vultures out here trying to prove their worth. They need attention.

They can't imagine me not trying to make myself look bigger off of this Kendrick mention. I can't imagine his position.

Before I got on my mission, I was a party victim. I bought the party favors.

I used my trauma, my single mama, to justify commas to pay the devil's wages. Woo. Huh, that probably went over their heads.

Basically what I said is I was government-fed, bred for doing time in the feds, but Jesus bled. Instead of putting dents in their head, He turned His.

My cup runneth over with nonsense. Their hearts grow colder. They love to do evil.

They burn their conscience. I want the dealer's head who gave my cousin fentanyl.

Labels exploiting rapping addicts, man, I'm sick of y'all.

My daddy ran with Compton Crips, my uncle's Piru. Stuck in the middle of this madness, what should I choose?

I should be choosing between Howard and Hampton.

I love the people that I ran with, but look at the damage.

You want me put you on, but I know you still with the scamming. A crooked doctor took advantage and hooked me on Xanax.

There's killers sitting in their cell for taking somebody innocent, and they don't even feel no remorse. The worst ignorance. But when I take a look in the mirror, the blood of

Uriah's on my hands, 'cause I'm that killer who had Bathsheba in his quarters.

I'm that. . . who let Eve taste the fruit of death. I'm that sinner.

I deserve death, along with all these liars and hypocrites, fake tough rappers who fabricate their predicaments, fake deep guru pushing voodoo on the people, telling folks that my God ain't real. That's real evil. Huh, I wonder what Lecrae would do.

Hopefully seek the hand of God and tell them that He's incapable.

But truthfully, I'm nobody to judge. My good deeds are like some period blood stains on a dirty rug.

All I can offer them is Jesus' love. I know it sound foolish to many, like, "Really?

That's all you got for us? " Yeah. The cross is foolish to the perishing.

The world will call me weak and the saints will say I embarrass them.

I walk through valleys full of evil. I'm aware of it.

I can't condemn the world and burn all of the heretics. Love is patient, so I'm trusting in the narrative.

And Christ ain't watch the party die. He died instead of it.