I done seen a lot of pain, still I’m breathin’
I done lost a lot of saints, now I’m preachin’
Cold heart in the booth, but the soul leakin’
Countin’ scars on my wrist while the globe spinnin’
Cole said “dream,” I just seen a hearse gleam
Mama cryin’ in the church, I was 13
Prayers bounce off the ceiling like hollows
Still I rap for the dead, let the bottle follow
Ain’t no shame in my silence, I speak through violence
Ain’t no love in the slums, just sirens
I done cried a whole lot, nobody saw it
Wrote it down in a verse, now the whole world mourn it