I tried to tell em I was the next Ye
Like Gaga I was just born this way
Over three thousand rhymes written by me
Some of y’all are late to the party
Yeah I’ve written about my mom and dad
Yeah the blood is boilin’ and bad
They keep sayin’ I need deliverance
They’re convinced demons have me convinced
That there’s no other way but to wild out
And cuss everyone talkin’ down out
A son of God but addicted to sin
I’ll probably be in county by next weekend
That is unless I try suicide again
Jump off a building and hope Heaven let’s me in
Valentine's Fall 
Don’t like to go down like that
I prefer the elevator or the stairs
a problematic situation you have
worse if you think nobody cares.
Seek help and you shall find it
if deliverance you need, you’ll know
accept you have beauty in your soul
better to manage the addiction
you’ll start to get better and happier
joy in your life is my last prediction.
That was dope. Thank you. Lol
I appreciate that! 🙂