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letra de to my fans - sadboyprolific

[verse]
first, i’m sorry to my fans, the sh-t that i’ve been dropping’s bland
know it lacks emotion, i’ve been tryna grow into a man
felt something like a victim, got defensive, they ain’t hold my hand
why the f-ck i’m rolling a 3.5, i used to roll a gram
i won’t lie i’d rather hold my child than hold 100 grand
there’s importance in your purpose, that ain’t hard to understand
every time that i felt hurt and worthless, i’d cut my hands
pain race from my mind down to my spine until it’s hard to stand
taking drugs and hating life and wasting time to make it right
i won’t lie, it’s hard outside, sometimes i wish i stayed inside
it might feel restrictive, it’s inflictive when you face your mind
any time i say my grace, i point my face straight up to god
lord deliver me from anything that you would say is wrong
keep on putting myself through these light hills just to make a song
my brother blew his brain out just to make sure that the pain would stop
they cleaned his crib in ’bout a week, i’m p-ssed ’cause it’s on vacant now
from the earth where i emerge, so i get down to face the ground
i used abstain from reality, actually hate it now
usbing while i’m sleeping, so i get the data down
i still think ’bout suicide, should i leave myself hanging out?
me, i’m my creators child, still wish he’d sent the angels down
i do this to vent when i’m conflicted, it lifts anguish out
internally, this sh-t been hurting me too much to fake a smile
inadvertently, they straight up murdered me to make it out, yeah

- sadboyprolific

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