Torn - Big Scoob

I’mma try to spill my thoughts on this blank sheet of paper

Deep drinkin as I’m thinking straight whiskey no chaser

My head hangs low and my heart weighs heavy

I’m lost with no direction and I’m tryna hold steady

Supposed to be the big homie, 'posed to have the answers

But it’s my turn to be concerned I’m running out of chances

Scared of my future and the vision that it holds

Try to run from destiny but this is what I’m owed

At the prison foul living, I’m a straight up hood n***a

So it’s written, I’m submitting, but I’m still a good n***a

But I gotta feed the fam and I gotta be a man

This rap s**t ain’t working so it’s time to switch the plan

So it’s back to what I’m good at, push a man push a pie

Hit the road, bring it by, get to dumping wing pies

Get them fluffy green sacks, bring the whole team by

I miss it and mean that, get me where the greens at

I can spend but I’m drowning, ain’t no way around it, I’m stressing and I’m

losing my mind

If this is all that’s meant for me, then really am I wasting my time

Heading for them gutters, backed it up in butter, I’m a beast with the hella of

a grind

Give me death or prison, if that’s a n***a sentence, at least let me die with

my pride

Strange fans’ll probably hear this song and not really get it, or not really

feel it, or not really dig it, then that’s cool, I’m just writing this trying

to free my mind, of these thoughts that’s inside of me in this place and time

Plus y’all probably thinking that I’m leaving out my dreams, just remember,

everything ain’t always what it seems

Can’t believe what you hear and only half of what you see, so listen to my

lyrics, the message is the clearest

I’m at a crossroads tryna chose which way to go

Road 1 is my destiny, the price is my soul

Road 2 is what’s best for me, but is there room to grow?

I don’t really know but it’s time to choose a road

Let go and let God is what the big homie tell me, but God ain’t gotta pay these

bills on time, n***a feel me?

Stressed out, fighting gout, gripping on my bottle

Strong enough to smack a barrel, scared of tomorrow