The Darkest Hour

These thoughts I haven't said they hit this pad different

I know they hate I'm present my

raps was still gifted

Soul is still drifting in my tears

Timberlake told me cry them rivers Surprised I'm still afloat with such a heavy past

Can't seem to make a difference I'm steady ducking mirrors

Why I can't remember the last time I had a hug

That made me feel welcomed in they arms my armor need some cleansing Grandfather on crack gone make his glass shatter before he see me at the alter

Flirting with the other side don't seem alarming snoozing through buzz It's like he dreaming on his heels

And I be bothered I see he trapped inside his problems so I hit the pit Cause every male figure fried or in a cell sitting

For what it's worth I did the same when I was praying for answer

And you seen my all or you seen at my faults or you seen me with the calls