She was pregnant but still got one of each off me
Even when I dress up and speak properly
I can't get the stench of the streets off me
Traumatised by some shit can't speak of it
Not worth the reputation I could reap from it
Can't get therapy I can't speak on it
No confession to a priest that could preach on it
Birds flock around me like I keep seeds on me
Can't pillow talk when I can't sleep on it
Can't breathe properly chest got heavy grief on it
I don't wanna hear no stories bout no beef homie
You ain't talking money beg you keep it brief homie
You trying to trigger me and have the police on me
You trying to bring the devil out and put the beast on me
Got this piece on me make you rest in peace home
Protect my p's but I got no beads on me
Maybe the pain is my comfort zone
Hate to think it but it's worst to feel it
Don't know if the pain's gone
Or I became strong
Or I became numb
Or maybe me and the pain became one
Don't know if it's fear
A part of me wouldn't know what to do if it wasn't near
So dark can feel weird when the sun is there
Shades on where the sun is here
Pain taught me well
Grief sat me down
Morals pulled me up
Down today hope tomorrow pulls me up
Gotta shrug it off
When feeling down's feeling comfortable
Like damn maybe the pain is my comfort zone
So please SAY THE GOD BLESS