Black skies and a full moon
The room glows through the window
I'm thinking about my loved ones lost too soon
Thunder booming and grows to crescendo
Begging God help me understand your message
I wonder if it's misdirected
Cause every night I feel so restless
Is my faith questioned?
Cause lately, life has really made me test it
I can feel happiness when the trees turn green
But like the weeds in the fall that just leaves
I got strong from carrying this grief
And I'm not wrong for sharing it with the
Masses, for every song and beat I'm smashing
I forgive anyone who mistakes my passion
For exploitation of the pain I'm packing
Or when I pat my own back for relaxing
Grateful for the air in my lungs
I've been followed by the reaper ever since I was young
I was 13 when I started banging the drums
14 tried to figure out a way to make funds
Only 15 when I got departed from mom
16 when I partied to be comfortably numb
Age 17 when I hated who I'd become
18 when I started to run
Hold up19 when I said f*ck music I'm done
But I can't remember 20 from the bottles of rum
21 I held the trigger on my roommate's gun
24 I saw my brother end his life with one
That's when I had to make a change
Along came Jrumma
Age 28, toured around the states all summer
29, met Melanie when I got sober
31, my story's not over
When things are looking up
I know it's cause you're looking down
Can't grasp my hollow past
If I never turn around
Forged in fire, carved in ice
Hearts get hardened the harder they fight
You see into the eye of my storm
The eye of my storm
Sun rays start consuming the full moon
No more rain on my window
Up late, I stay awake through noon
Heart rate is reducing in tempo
Telling God I don't think I need to stress this
I'm better off to just accept that
Every night I'm hurting for the ones who left quick
When I should be focused on the ones I'm left with, believe
I can feel gratitude for the cold night breeze
Embrace the change for as long as I breathe
Can't use wealth to bury all this grief
It doesn't help me carry it with ease
I never imagined fast raps and sad songs
Could be the formula for a buzz that lasts long
Even if this was my last song
I can feel proud of myself on the day I pass on
I don't even feel like I'm living right now
But I'm living right, comma, now
I couldn't stop drinking till I put the mic down
Now I'm back making mama proud
Cause I've been chasing big dreams ever since I was little
Searching for dimes in a well full of pennies and nickels
Outside my inner circle always trying to fit in the middle
Until I rediscovered what I wrote underneath the
Scribbles and scratches, from ink in the plastic
Every single page was a lyrical casket
I'm reading it back and
Wondering how in the f*ck did I spill my heart then literally trash it
I'm no longer worried about making a smash hit
I'm no longer chasing a fast fix
Dissociating into a vastness of living in past tense
Unable to mask it, I know
When things are looking up
I know it's cause you're looking down
Can't grasp my hollow past
If I never turn around
Forged in fire, carved in ice
Hearts get hardened the harder they fight
You see into the eye of my storm
The eye of my storm
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Black skies and a full moon
The room glows through the window
I'm thinking about my loved ones lost too soon
Thunder booming and grows to crescendo
Begging God help me understand your message
I wonder if it's misdirected
Cause every night I feel so restless
Is my faith questioned?
Cause lately, life has really made me test it
I can feel happiness when the trees turn green
But like the weeds in the fall that just leaves
I got strong from carrying this grief
And I'm not wrong for sharing it with the
Masses, for every song and beat I'm smashing
I forgive anyone who mistakes my passion
For exploitation of the pain I'm packing
Or when I pat my own back for relaxing
Grateful for the air in my lungs
I've been followed by the reaper ever since I was young
I was 13 when I started banging the drums
14 tried to figure out a way to make funds
Only 15 when I got departed from mom
16 when I partied to be comfortably numb
Age 17 when I hated who I'd become
18 when I started to run
Hold up19 when I said f*ck music I'm done
But I can't remember 20 from the bottles of rum
21 I held the trigger on my roommate's gun
24 I saw my brother end his life with one
That's when I had to make a change
Along came Jrumma
Age 28, toured around the states all summer
29, met Melanie when I got sober
31, my story's not over
When things are looking up
I know it's cause you're looking down
Can't grasp my hollow past
If I never turn around
Forged in fire, carved in ice
Hearts get hardened the harder they fight
You see into the eye of my storm
The eye of my storm
Sun rays start consuming the full moon
No more rain on my window
Up late, I stay awake through noon
Heart rate is reducing in tempo
Telling God I don't think I need to stress this
I'm better off to just accept that
Every night I'm hurting for the ones who left quick
When I should be focused on the ones I'm left with, believe
I can feel gratitude for the cold night breeze
Embrace the change for as long as I breathe
Can't use wealth to bury all this grief
It doesn't help me carry it with ease
I never imagined fast raps and sad songs
Could be the formula for a buzz that lasts long
Even if this was my last song
I can feel proud of myself on the day I pass on
I don't even feel like I'm living right now
But I'm living right, comma, now
I couldn't stop drinking till I put the mic down
Now I'm back making mama proud
Cause I've been chasing big dreams ever since I was little
Searching for dimes in a well full of pennies and nickels
Outside my inner circle always trying to fit in the middle
Until I rediscovered what I wrote underneath the
Scribbles and scratches, from ink in the plastic
Every single page was a lyrical casket
I'm reading it back and
Wondering how in the f*ck did I spill my heart then literally trash it
I'm no longer worried about making a smash hit
I'm no longer chasing a fast fix
Dissociating into a vastness of living in past tense
Unable to mask it, I know
When things are looking up
I know it's cause you're looking down
Can't grasp my hollow past
If I never turn around
Forged in fire, carved in ice
Hearts get hardened the harder they fight
You see into the eye of my storm
The eye of my storm
The room glows through the window
I'm thinking about my loved ones lost too soon
Thunder booming and grows to crescendo
Begging God help me understand your message
I wonder if it's misdirected
Cause every night I feel so restless
Is my faith questioned?
Cause lately, life has really made me test it
I can feel happiness when the trees turn green
But like the weeds in the fall that just leaves
I got strong from carrying this grief
And I'm not wrong for sharing it with the
Masses, for every song and beat I'm smashing
I forgive anyone who mistakes my passion
For exploitation of the pain I'm packing
Or when I pat my own back for relaxing
Grateful for the air in my lungs
I've been followed by the reaper ever since I was young
I was 13 when I started banging the drums
14 tried to figure out a way to make funds
Only 15 when I got departed from mom
16 when I partied to be comfortably numb
Age 17 when I hated who I'd become
18 when I started to run
Hold up19 when I said f*ck music I'm done
But I can't remember 20 from the bottles of rum
21 I held the trigger on my roommate's gun
24 I saw my brother end his life with one
That's when I had to make a change
Along came Jrumma
Age 28, toured around the states all summer
29, met Melanie when I got sober
31, my story's not over
When things are looking up
I know it's cause you're looking down
Can't grasp my hollow past
If I never turn around
Forged in fire, carved in ice
Hearts get hardened the harder they fight
You see into the eye of my storm
The eye of my storm
Sun rays start consuming the full moon
No more rain on my window
Up late, I stay awake through noon
Heart rate is reducing in tempo
Telling God I don't think I need to stress this
I'm better off to just accept that
Every night I'm hurting for the ones who left quick
When I should be focused on the ones I'm left with, believe
I can feel gratitude for the cold night breeze
Embrace the change for as long as I breathe
Can't use wealth to bury all this grief
It doesn't help me carry it with ease
I never imagined fast raps and sad songs
Could be the formula for a buzz that lasts long
Even if this was my last song
I can feel proud of myself on the day I pass on
I don't even feel like I'm living right now
But I'm living right, comma, now
I couldn't stop drinking till I put the mic down
Now I'm back making mama proud
Cause I've been chasing big dreams ever since I was little
Searching for dimes in a well full of pennies and nickels
Outside my inner circle always trying to fit in the middle
Until I rediscovered what I wrote underneath the
Scribbles and scratches, from ink in the plastic
Every single page was a lyrical casket
I'm reading it back and
Wondering how in the f*ck did I spill my heart then literally trash it
I'm no longer worried about making a smash hit
I'm no longer chasing a fast fix
Dissociating into a vastness of living in past tense
Unable to mask it, I know
When things are looking up
I know it's cause you're looking down
Can't grasp my hollow past
If I never turn around
Forged in fire, carved in ice
Hearts get hardened the harder they fight
You see into the eye of my storm
The eye of my storm
Writer: Joshua Wimsatt, Melanie Bullock
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid