Astronaut Video (MV)

Dogg I can't BS
So many fans see us
And wonder why they can't be us
Never realizin to be us
Means that we gotta live with
Every messed up circumstance
On top of that
U gotta add
That microscopic lens
And u gotta draw a line between
Whats real and pretend
While watching ya back
Cuz you surrounded by so many you don't know whose enemies and whose friends
All the while combatting ya sin
While tryna love ya wife
And raise ya kids
In the midst of tryna have a humble life to live
Honestly I give
More than I take
Still I need less of my sin
And more of His grace
That's the truth it's not up for debate

Lemme take the mask off
Sometimes life's a sad song
I just wanna blast off
In a rocket ship like an astronaut- LEMME FLY AWAY
When my momma passed and big bro passed
Part of me DIED THAT DAY
Idk what's left of me- LET ME PRAY

I guess I'm a public figure
So I figure
IF I told you that this liquor
I hold to is probably messing up my liver
You'd probably press pause or call me a sinner
We watch the evening news and point our fingers
At the shooters and the dealers
Yet we so quick to pull the trigger
And spew
Death out of our lips
The Bible says there comes blessings & curses
My brothers this shouldn't be
And yo check it I never asked for anyone to follow me
Shallow Hal- hollow me
At times my mind is dark
And it scares me like Halloween
I'm not a hero
This is not a dream
It's reality
I can't save you when I myself need
To be redeemed
So please let me breathe

Lemme take the mask off
Sometimes life's a sad song
I just wanna blast off
In a rocket ship like an astronaut- LEMME FLY AWAY
When my momma passed and big bro passed
Part of me DIED THAT DAY
Idk what's left of me- LET ME PRAY

I'm on my Giannas so let me keep it a buck
ON this mic I don't front
My life is a book
This page is an open wound
My trauma is a slow tomb
To you it's old news
But to me its so true
When my mom died I can honestly say
I lost hope and lost my faith
To know that you're gone an theres not even one day
That goes by where time don't slow down and I go try
To manage my thoughts or maintain
My composure
Tryna live with the fact that my son will never know ya
Never kiss ya, hug or hold ya
That blow's colder
Then the middle of winter in Minnesota
It burns slower
Than a slug from a cannon unholstered
My soul stings like venom from a cobra
Can I just blast off? Lord take me away...