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letra de trying - phathom

[verse one – t. coda]
murder or mayhem, death threats suicide
wanna teach em right, but inside they just wanna
rot in h-ll, so we load knives with sh-lls
crack and viles just to let they’re anger subside
it’s torture
seeing visions of demons on dark horses
love substituted for pain they feel nauseous
anger, straight shots to the vein as life’s course takes you away
death is like a way of escape
what happened to faith, love, families that was unified
instead of living life you’d just rather see me crucified
why, its like i had a revelation
while sitting back seeing visions of revelations
i hear em screaming patience
but the devil running while my fellas catching felonies
ladies stuck in adultery
father are you helping me i know that you are
but its like me against the world so im going to war
we at odds with each other
if you subtract the poverty you gotta add the violence and it still don’t even out
i’m a beast so let me out
my vernacular is death you need brail to feel me out
can you see what i’m about

[verse two – c4 crotona]
i had to jump ship i almost capsized with it
i don’t follow n0body wave cuz i got baptized in it
i gotta protect my ears they like to rap lies with it
they mad that i snapped back they tryna clap my fitted
foreal
it’ll be another day another casualty
i figured that i rap about reality
my man’s charge up without the battery
they robbed him for his iphone then he went and sent them out the galaxy
ayo my block look like gang land
i was playin with my life i switch the game plan
remembering them bang outs now ima change man
and when i see my former opps we laugh and shake hands
so many nights i stood up wide awake
paranoia boy i thought it was final date
til the day i stepped into that church service and seen a base head get delivered the church was bible based
[verse three – j. crum]
almost ripped apart my block to find my sanity
tryna raise more stock but i’m at odds with gravity
did my god create these laws around my tragedy
the words are on the wall, curtain call here on this balcony
i’m thinkin this is where the plot thickens
block vision, kept me from seeing the key to my prison
locks hidden, but i’m breaking up out of this hard system
this is my rhythm, i’m a victim of this non fiction
it’s daily gotta beat my flesh into submission
ddt to my desires suplexing the carnal vision
he closed the distance gave provision when i stepped and missed it
he saved me from my prison out here living like a misfit
i was a coward hit the power dog i had to switch it
those afflictions turning stitches i don’t even miss it
those additions had to end just like a benediction
old ways turn to derelict submit to my conviction

[hook – scribe music]
the righteous man may fall sometime
but it takes a king to stay in the fight
i’m not alone when in the fire
so i can walk on water when the waves get high

- phathom

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