Talking To God

Talking to God, I'm praying that He really hear me now

I'm sick of bottles looking at me, I ain't finna drown

Temptation pouring in, I feel it luring on my skin

I need exfoliants like a Head & Shoulder rinse

Been back in Richmond and I swear it just don't feel the same

I'm dwelling in a fucking basement, tryna form a plane (plan)

A fly escape from my hometown, to a new terrain

Just like an eagle, it's illegal to destroy the king

I never knew I had it good until that shit was gone

Been steady thinking to myself if I been living wrong

The lessons come losses, then they translate to a song