i m a victim of this evil world my close homie started fucken with my old girl and i ve been dealing with drama i never thought i d see i m tryna make it to heaven but i know gods not inviting me i m tryna be optimistic and learn wise words every time i speak it s hard to trust even the words coming from a priest suicidal thoughts lost now i m on a mission voices in my head asking god what s the right religion am i fucken with the wrong or the right bitches the principal of life homie you could die snitchin indicted all my homies for the white business i m talking coke now they looking at a life sentence i m in the dark in my cold room stuck with the fact that you won t be coming home soon that you won t be coming home soon commissary three smokes and a colt too i heard that god keeps looking for me i hope you find me lord i heard that god keeps looking for me i hope you find me lord i close my eyes and put my headphones on knowing that the worlds gonna to judge me everybody sins all day but it s funny how the world wants to judge me i seen the best fade away lay sprayed from the kay some say hate burns fuck funerals today i m a bastard with mistakes hustlin for stakes baby momma hates my guts but my son knows i m great heaven here me see i don t see things clearly i wanna put in work thinkin the enemies will fear me jealous lies kilogram pies ballin out asking for forgiveness but the lord knows i m fallin out you hear me calling out angel city knows about villaraigosa s plans just to take me and the homies out it s got me knocking on heavens door and i ain t trusting no one homie we ain t ever met before this ain t simple the fame aims change souls slow your roll love ain t on a strippers pole they call lust the devils candy on a lonely night my life changed once i took the name kryptonite 3