God's Helping

Life is suicide, either way it goes, you're just born to die, it's just do or die

When I see your eyes , it's like sunlight on the mountainside, yeah, I love that shit, I'm from the Southside

From the Carolinas, constantly abused , it fueled shyness

Always controlled by the simple minded, always to give every ounce of kindness

Then I'm reminded, why I stay quiet, I play pretend, my mind go autopilot

I need some mills,my pockets on a diet, I'm silently dying, I know I'm a man, not supposed to be crying

Try to make my dad proud, he always sighing

I try to give every ounce of the smiling, but I can see how they see me, they eyeing

Why am I such a fuck up, I think that's God saying tough luck

What do I know, I love fuck luck